"France" Verlaine: Never Again

[France] Verlaine's works: Never Again

Memories, memories, how do you want me? autumn

In the air of Xiao Suo, a spotted dove was flying away,

Above the woods, the sun is monotonous and drowsy,

Huang Yeying shouted sharply with the north wind.

At that time, we walked alone, sunk in our dreams,

Me and her, hair and thoughts fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, her moving gaze stared at me,

Ask me, "What was your happiest day?" ......”

The voice is sweet and crisp, with an angelic color,

I didn't answer, just smiled shyly,

A prayerful kiss was printed on her white hand.

Ah, the first flowers are always so fragrant,

The original promise is always so soul-destroying,

The whisper between the lover's lips, the magic sound!