[B]《The Coming of Wisdom With Time》[/B]

Though leaves are many, the root is one
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.

秋叶繁多，根只有一条
在我青春懒慵的日子里
我在阳光下抖动着我的枝叶
现在，我萎缩成真理。



[B]《Spilt Milk》[/B]

We that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out
Like milk spilt on a stone.

我们曾经做过的和想过的
曾经想过的和做过的
终会漫开，慢慢变稀
像泼在石头上的牛奶

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