1 When I went alone for a tryst at night, the birds did not sing, the wind did not blow, and the houses on both sides of the street stood silently.

It is my own anklet The sound became louder and louder as I walked, making me shy.

When I stood on the balcony and listened to his footsteps, the leaves did not shake and the river remained as still as the sword in the lap of a sleeping sentinel.

It was me My heart is beating wildly_I don’t know how to make it quiet.

When my love comes and sits next to me, when my body trembles, my eyelashes droop, and the night gets deeper, The wind blows out the lamp, and the clouds drag the veil over the stars.

It is the treasure on my chest that emits light. I don’t know how to cover it up.

2 If it were you Busy filling your water bottles, come on, come to my lake.

The water will wrap around your feet and gurgling its secrets.

Beach There are shadows of approaching rain clouds, and the clouds hang low on the green lines of the trees, like the thick hair on your eyebrows.

I am deeply familiar with the rhythm of your footsteps, and it is in my heart Beating in the heart.

Come, come to my lake, if you must fill up your water bottle.

If you want to sit idle and let your water bottle float on the water , come on, come to my lake,

The grassy slopes are green and there are countless wild flowers.

Your thoughts will fly out of your dark eyes, Like a bird flying out of its nest.

Your veil will fall to your feet.

Come, if you want to sit around, come to my lake. < /p>

If you want to abandon your play and jump into the water, come on, come to my lake.

Leave your blue silk scarf on the shore; the blue water will Cover you, cover you.

The waves will creep up to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear.

Come on, if you want to jump into the water, come to me Come to my lake.

If you want to go crazy and throw yourself into death, come to my lake.

It is cool and bottomless.

It is as dark as dreamless sleep.

In its depths night is day and song is silence.

Come, if you want to throw yourself into death, go to Come to my lake.

3 I want nothing, just standing behind the trees by the forest.

Tiredness still lingers in the eyes of dawn, weeping in the air .

The lazy smell of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground.

Under the banyan tree you squeeze the milk with your creamy and soft hands.

I Standing quietly.

I didn’t say a word. It was the hidden birds singing in the dense leaves.

The mango tree spread flowers on the village path, bees A thing will buzz and fly over.

The door of the Shiva temple beside the pond opens, and the worshipers begin to chant.

You put the jar on your lap and squeeze it. Milk.

I stood with an empty bucket.

I did not approach you.

The sky woke up with the sound of gongs in the temple.

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The street dust is flying under the hooves of the driven cattle.

Hold the gurgling water bottle around your waist, the women are walking from the river.

You The bracelets jingled, and the milk foam overflowed from the rim of the jar.

The morning light gradually passed but I did not approach you.

4 I was walking on the roadside, and I didn’t know why, but I had already remembered it. It's past noon, and the bamboo branches rustle in the wind.

The slanting shadow stretches out its arms to drag the flowing feet.

The cuckoos are tired of singing.

< p>I was walking on the roadside, and I didn’t know why.

The shade of low-hanging trees covered the huts by the water. Someone was busy working, and her bracelet played music in one corner.

I stood in front of the hut, I didn’t know why.

The winding path passed through a mustard field and several layers of mango trees.

It passed the village temple and the ferry Market.

I stopped in front of this hut, I don’t know why.

A few years ago, on a windy day in March, spring whispered lazily, mango The flowers fell on the ground.

The waves jumped up and passed over the copper vase standing on the edge of the ferry.

I think the March wind is blowing on this day, and I don’t know why. < /p><

p>The shadows are deeper, and the cattle are returning to the pen.

The sun is pale on the deserted pasture, and the villagers are waiting to be ferried by the river.

I walked back slowly, I don’t know why. < /p>

5 I run like a musk deer in the forest shades, going crazy for my own fragrance.

The night is the night in the middle of May, and the breeze is the breeze of the south.

< p>I lost my way, I wandered, I sought what I couldn't get, I got what I didn't seek.

The image of my own desire came out of my heart and danced .

This flashing image flew past.

I wanted to catch it tightly, but it escaped and led me to fly away

I seek what I can't get, and I get what I don't seek.

6 Holding hands, eyes gazing at each other; this begins the recording of our hearts.

It is a moonlit night in March; the air is filled with the fragrance of impatiens; my fife is thrown to the ground, and your string of flowers has not been woven.

The love between you and me is like a song The earth is pure.

Your orange veil makes my eyes intoxicated.

The jasmine garland you made for me makes my heart tremble, as if I have been praised.

< p>This is a game of giving and staying, hiding and appearing; there are some smiles, some shyness, and some sweet and useless resistance.

The love between you and me is as simple as a song .

There is no mystery beyond the present; no insistence on the impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no exploration of the dark depths.

The image of love between you and me. As simple as a song.

We have not stepped out of all language and entered eternal silence; we have not raised our hands to seek something other than hope.

We give, we get, this That's enough.

We did not crush joy into dust to squeeze out the wine of pain.

The love between you and me is as simple as a song.

7 He comes and goes every day.

Go and give him the flowers on my head, my friend.

If he asks the person who gave the flowers Who is it, I ask you not to tell him my name____ because he is coming and leaving.

He sat on the ground under the tree,

with flowers Leave a seat for him, my friend.

His eyes are melancholy, which brings melancholy to my heart.

He did not tell what was on his mind; He just comes and goes.

8 Why does he come to my door specially, this young wanderer, at dawn?

Every time I pass him in and out Beside me, my eyes were attracted by his face.

I didn’t know whether I should talk to him or stay silent. Why did he come to my door specially?

< p>The overcast nights in July are dark; the autumn sky is light blue, and the south wind makes the spring restless.

He composes new songs in new tunes every time. < /p>

I put down my work and my eyes were full of mist. Why did he come to my door specially?

9 When she walked past me in a hurry, the edge of her skirt touched It’s come to me.

A burst of spring warmth suddenly blew from the nameless island of a heart.

A fleeting touch swept over me, and immediately disappeared again, Like torn petals fluttering in the breeze.

It falls on my heart, like the sigh of her body and the whisper of her heart.

10 Don’t let your heart fall Hide your secret, my friend!

Tell it to me, tell it secretly to me alone.

You smile so gently and speak so softly Man, my heart will listen to your words, not my ears.

The night is deep, the courtyard is quiet, and the bird's nest is shrouded in sleep.

From the hesitant tears, From the deep smile, from the sweet shyness and pain, tell me the secret of your heart!