及时采撷你的花蕾,旧时光一去不回,今天尚在微笑的花朵,明日便在风中枯萎。
音乐是我的生命,我每天都在过这样的生活。
If people did not sometimes do silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker.