诗人是个伪装者。他伪装得如此彻底,以至于假装成他真正感受到的痛苦。
O poeta é um fingidor. Finge tão completamente que chega a fingir que é dor a dor que deveras sente.
Hard work, under the old system, meant long hours, little rest, and poor pay. Under the new system, it means a fair day's work for a fair day's pay.
永远要走“正道”,它并不拥挤。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
I don't think about the past. The only thing that matters is the future.