你走了,在一个阴云密布的日子。我还记得,你走的时候,我们都流着泪。缠绵之情,我只用了一句话来表达:何时回家?你沉默了,哀怨的目光定格在紫禁城中自己软弱的父亲身上。呵!我记起来了,是你的父亲屈服在来自欧罗巴的坚船利炮的淫威之下,南京城边的一纸“婚书”,就把你许配给了一个金发碧眼的男人,尽管你根本就不爱他。于是,无奈的流浪就从屈辱 You are gone, in a dark day. I still remember when we were gone, we all had tears. In touching feelings, I only used one sentence to express: When will you come home? You are silent, and your plaintive eyes are fixed on your weak father in the Forbidden City. Oh, I remembered that your father gave way to the despotic power of the cannons from Europa. A “marriage book” by the side of Nanjing City assigned you to a blond man, even though you Do not love him. Thus, helpless vagrancy comes from humiliation