We walked through night until there was a poem.

  • -- Brenda Hillman 布伦达·希尔曼

我们走了一夜,直到有一首诗。

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This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.

这证明了伟大的抒情诗可以死亡、重生、再死,但永远是人类灵魂最杰出的创作之一。

Who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

谁会想到我那双乌黑的眼睛会变成孩子们的眼睛呢?