Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory,
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken
.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
当温柔的歌声消散，
乐音，仍振颤着心弦；
当芬芳的紫罗兰凋残，
香气，仍萦回在鼻端。
当玫瑰花儿飘零，
在爱人枕畔洒满落英；
而当你离去匆匆，
神魂就在梦里与爱重逢。
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