The sun will be rising up again tomorrow morning after setting down;
The flowers will be blooming next year after withering away.
Beautiful birds have flown away, and nowhere to be found.
My youth of bird won't come back either.
My youth of bird won't come back either.
Oh! Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me.
My youth of bird won't come back either.
Hi,
The above is a Chinese folk song litterally translated. It's beautiful and sad at the same time. I adore it very much, so I translate it into English. Correct me if there is anything that doesn't sound right. Thanks.
It has an English version, which is less beautiful --
http://www.rrting.com/English/Classicalmusic/76713/
The following is the Chinese version for those who can read it:
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