Chinese translation of the poem "I died for beauty--but was scarce"

I died for beauty, but not yet

Rest in my tomb,

There is another person who died for truth

He quietly asked me why I died?

"For beauty," I said.

"And I am the truth, and the two are not separated;

We are two brothers."

So we met like relatives at night,

We chatted across the wall,

until the moss climbed to our lips,

covering our names.