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It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.
离愁弥漫世界，在无际的天空中生出无数的情境。
It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all nights from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of July.
就是这离愁整夜地悄望星辰，在七月阴雨之中，萧萧的树籁变成抒情的诗歌。
It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires, into sufferings and joy in human homes; and this it is that ever melts and flows in songs through my poet's heart.
就是这笼压弥漫的痛苦，加深而成为爱、欲，而成为人间的苦乐；就是它永远通过诗人的心灵，融化流涌而成为诗歌。
