They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses; Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.

它们不长，哭泣和欢笑，爱、欲望和恨: 我想他们以后在我们身上就没有什么分量了我们通过大门。日子不长，有美酒和玫瑰; 从朦胧的梦中醒来我们的道路出现一段时间，然后关闭在一个梦想。