露薏莎和佛列德里克在村路上向学校走去。太阳正兴高采烈地射出光辉,这两个小孩也在唱着歌。他们唱得像夜莺一样轻松,他们唱的是他们的祖母还是女孩子的时候所唱的一支歌——他们孩子的孩子有一天也会唱的一支歌。歌儿是柔嫩的花朵,永远也不会消亡,它们从这片嘴唇飞向那片嘴唇——自古到今都是如此。嘴唇会变得枯萎,变得沉默,但是歌儿永远有 Lu Yi Sha and Fred Lectra walked to the school on the village road. The sun is glowing with joy and the two children are singing. They sang as easily as the Nightingale, and they sing a song sung by their grandmother or girl - a song their children’s children will sing one day. Songs are tender flowers that will never die, and they fly from the lips to the lips - all the time since ancient times. Lips will become withered, become silent, but song children forever