None of them can be realized.
However, it's our choice to have
a try.
【以它冷漠、寂静、无声的安息
嘲弄我依旧热烈的痴心。】
雪莱的一首诗，一朵枯萎的紫罗兰
恩_(:з」∠)_看完之后感觉特别心塞……
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The odor from the flower is gone,这朵花的芬芳，已经消隐，
Which like thy kisses breathed on me; 像你的吻对我吐露过的气息；
The color from the flower is flown, 这朵花的颜色，已经凋陨，
Which glowed of thee, and only thee! 它曾使我想起你独有的光辉！
A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form, 一个萎缩、僵死、空虚的形体，
It lies on my abandoned breast,搁置在我被冷落的胸襟，
And mocks the heart, which yet is warm, 以它冷漠、寂静、无声的安息
With cold and silent rest. 嘲弄我依旧热烈的痴心。
I weep ---- my tears revive it not; 我哭泣，泪水不能使它复生；
I sigh ---- it breathes no more on me; 我叹息，不再向我吐露气息；
Its mute and uncomplaining lot 它静默无声无所怨尤的命运，
Is such as mine should be. 正和我应得的那样一种无异。
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