Author: Pushkin (Russia)
Read a poem for you: Wang Liang (host of CCTV)
Music: Brian Crane-Garden Gate
I saw a forgotten little flower in a book.
It has dried up and lost its fragrance;
At this moment, in my mind.
Full of strange fantasies:
It is open in four seasons? What time? What spring is it?
Did you drive for a long time? Who took it off,
Is it a stranger's hand or a familiar hand?
Why put it here again?
To commemorate this warm meeting,
Or for destiny takes a hand's parting,
Or to commemorate the lonely walk?
In the secluded place of the field, in the shadow of the forest?
He's alive. Is she alive?
Where is the corner where they live now?
Or they're all withered,
Like this unknown little flower?