作品概括:
The little flower lies int the dust.
It sought the path of the butterfly.
I am in the world of the roads.
The night 链接es,open the gate ,thou world of the home.
I have sung the songs of the day.
In the evening let me carry the lamp through the stormy path.
I do not ask thee into the house.
Come into my infinite loneliness,my lover.
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