第一日(The first day)

it might be summer or winter for aught i can say.

so unrecorded did it slip away,

so blind was i to see and foresee,

so dull to mark the budding of my tree

that would not blossom yet for many a may.

if only i could recollect it,

such a day of days!

let it come and go as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;

it seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

if only now i could reed that touch,

first touch of hand in hand-did one but know!

只因我疏忽大意,它悄然流逝不留痕迹,

只因我茫然无知，不曾留意亦未能预知,

只因我不以为然，未曾看到小树

过去了一个又一个五月，花儿都没有绽放。

多希望我能记住它,

那时光中的一日!我却放任它

如融雪般全然消逝;

它现在看似无足轻重,其实当时意味深长;

多希望我能重温那感觉,

第一次牵手的感觉——可我那时不懂啊!