亲爱的,但愿我们是浪尖上的一双白鸟!流星尚未陨逝,我们已厌倦了它的闪耀;天边低悬,晨光里那颗蓝星的幽光唤醒了你我心中,一缕不死的忧伤。露湿的百合、玫瑰梦里逸出一丝困倦;呵,亲爱的,可别梦那流星的闪耀,也别梦那蓝星的幽光在滴露中低回:但愿我们化作浪尖上的白鸟:我和你! Dear, I hope we are a pair of white birds on the waves! Meteor not yet passed away, we are tired of its shine; low hanging over the morning light in the gleam of that blue star awakened in my heart, a ray of death Sadness Dew wet, lily of roses come out of a hint of sleepy; Oh, my dear, do not dream that meteor shine, do not dream of that Bluestar’s faint light in the drops of low back: I hope we into the waves White Bird: Me and you!