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Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
也许老和尚们试图根除爱情时是对的;也许诗人在试图浇灌它的时候是对的。它是一朵血红的花，带着罪恶的色彩;但它总是散发着神的气息。