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英语翻译
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes:thus begins the recond of our hears.
It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garlang of flowers in unfinished.
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk.
The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise.
It is a game of giving and withholding,revealing ane screening again;some smiles and some little shyness,and some sweet useless struggles.
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes:thus begins the recond of our hears.
It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garlang of flowers in unfinished.
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk.
The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise.
It is a game of giving and withholding,revealing ane screening again;some smiles and some little shyness,and some sweet useless struggles.
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
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