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Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.
生命如一條涓涓細流
我們在這里撒滿了
一片片心之花瓣；
小溪的盡頭消失在夢中，
花瓣漂過我們眼前，
我們只看見那些愉悅的起點。
Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
滿載著希望，
被快樂染成緋紅，
我們撒下盛放的玫瑰花瓣；
它們日漸寬闊的流域，
它們久遠的事業，
我們永遠無法得知。當溪水潺潺，
將它們帶走，
每一片都悄然漂遠
向著無限的遠方。
只有我們留在這里
當歲月匆匆流逝，
花已逝，而香如故。
