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It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.
離愁彌漫世界，在無際的天空中生出無數的情境。
It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all nights from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of July.
就是這離愁整夜地悄望星辰，在七月陰雨之中，蕭蕭的樹籟變成抒情的詩歌。
It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires, into sufferings and joy in human homes; and this it is that ever melts and flows in songs through my poet's heart.
就是這籠壓彌漫的痛苦，加深而成為愛、欲，而成為人間的苦樂；就是它永遠通過詩人的心靈，融化流涌而成為詩歌。
