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My thought struggled at confessing, somehow hesitation ended in flinching. I continued my role of a fool, clinched to my maiden pride, yet secretly indulged in your promise of the white land -- snow measuring down to us, in your arms I am lifted up. The chiming of Christmas bell!
妾于懺悔中掙扎，不時(shí)退縮，猶豫。妾愚于處子之婚，然潛縱于君之諾。白雪皚皚，君挽妾身，妾意甚歡，共聽圣誕鐘聲。
The bell died in the patter of rain, from hell came the laughing of Satan at my brain. Tearful smile, swallowed by the darkness. How could I trace your hair to wipe your tears? My hands reached out, catching nothing but a raindrop, on a leaf that had withered.
鐘聲忽止于急雨，乃聽撒旦之笑聲。含淚微笑，黑暗相伴。妾欲尋君之發(fā)擦君之淚而不可。妾伸手欲觸，無他，但枯葉一雨滴耳。
Snowflakes have melted into water, we are no more together.
雪花漸融，妾與君天涯各一方。
