Chapter 47 dirge

dirge oh world!oh life!Oh years! I climbed the last steps of time, Trembling looking back where I have been; When will your glorious past continue? Oh, never again—never again! Be it day or night, There is a kind of love that hastily parted: No matter it is spring breeze, summer dew or winter snow. Both make my weary heart sad and glad— Oh, never again—never again! 1820 Translated by Huang Gaoxin