別丟掉

這一把過往的熱情，

現(xiàn)在流水似的，

輕輕

在幽冷的山泉底，

在黑夜，在松林，

嘆息似的渺茫，

你仍要保存著那真！

一樣是明月，

一樣是隔山燈火，

滿天的星， 只有人不見，

夢(mèng)似的掛起，

你向黑夜要回

那一句話——你仍得相信

山谷中留著

有那回音！

Don’t cast away

This handful of passion of a bygone day，

which flows like running water soft and light

Beneath the cool and tranquil fountain，

At dead of night

In pine-clad mountain，

As vague as sighs， but you

Should e’er be true.

The moon is still so bright；

Beyond the hills the lamps shed the same light，

The sky besprinkled with star upon star，

But I do not know where you are.

It seems you hang above like dreams.

You ask the dark night to give back your word，

But its echo is heard

And buried though unseen

Deep， deep in the ravine.