Chapter 25 indian serenade
indian serenade
I dreamed of you at midnight,
I wake up from this sweet dream,
The wind is breathing quietly,
The stars shine brightly;
I dreamed of you at midnight,
Oh, I get up, let the footsteps
(What spirit is at work?)
Take me to your portal.
The drifting music stunned in
On dark and still waters,
The fragrance of the laurel wood melts,
Like a sweet imagination in a dream;
The nightingale complained no more,
Complaints died in her heart;
Let me die in your arms,
Because you are so cute!
Oh lift me off the grass!
I am done!I'm in a coma and I'm down!
turn your love into a kiss
poured over my eyes and lips.
My face is pale and cold,
How eagerly my heart beats;
Oh, press it on your heart,
It will eventually crumble there.
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Translated by Cha Liangzheng