Who has a poem by Oscar Wilde? Weimeipai ....

A poem by the English poet Wilde (translated by Zhou) Hellas! Alas! Drifting with all my passion until my soul is a stringed instrument on which all the winds can play. All the passions floated in the wind until my soul was a pipa shaken by the wind. Is it because of this that I gave up my ancient wisdom and strict control? Is it because of this that I lost my ancient wisdom and serious self-control ability? In my opinion, my life is a scroll written twice. In a childish festival, I scribbled boring songs for pipe and Virelli, which destroyed the whole secret. I think my life is a sheepskin book that has been hastily written twice. It was scrawled with bagpipes' idle songs at boyish festivals. This behavior destroyed the secret of the whole incident. Of course, there was a time when I might climb to the height of the sun and send a clear chord from the detached structure of life to God's ears: of course, there was a time when I might climb to the height of the sun and send a clear * * * sound from the division of life to God's ears: Is time dead? lo！ I just used a small stick, but I touched the romantic honey-must I lose the legacy of a soul? Did you die at that time? Look! I really only touched a romantic lover-am I going to lose the inheritance of my soul?