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THE song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.

The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.

I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.

I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

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我要唱的歌，直到今天还没有唱出。

每天我总在乐器上调理弦索。

时间还没有到来，歌词也未曾填好，

只有愿望的痛苦在我心中。

花蕊还未开放，只有风从旁叹息走过。

我没有看见过他的脸，也没有听见过他的声音；

我只听见他轻蹑的足音，从我房前路上走过。

悠长的一天消磨在为他在地上铺设座位；

但是灯火还未点上，我不能请他进来。

我生活在和他相会的希望中，

但这相会的日子还没有来到。