Chapter 16 the past

the past 1 You will forget the happy hour, Buried by us under the pavilions of love? Facing the cold corpse, we spread Not moss, but leaves and flowers. Oh, flowers are lost joys, The leaves are hope, and they are still stored. 2 Have you forgotten that which is gone?it can have Some ghosts will come out to avenge it! It has memory and turns hearts into graves, And remorse, slipping into the fog of the spirit will whisper to you sullenly: When pleasure is gone, it is pain. 1818 Translated by Cha Liangzheng