Chapter 18 Ode to a withered violet

Ode to a withered violet 1 The flower has lost its fragrance, Like your kiss, it breathed on me; The bright colors have also faded, No longer shining on you, only you! 2 A withered and dead form, Remains blank on my forlorn bosom, it rests in cold and silent repose Tormenting this still fiery heart. 3 I cry, tears don't bring it back to life! I sigh, no fragrance comes to me! Alas, this silent and uncomplaining fate Although it is its own, it is the most suitable for me. 1818 Translated by Cha Liangzheng