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抑郁鬼手

The Primaeval Love

To warm a day in its hoary course,
Takes for ONE, SINGLE Sun but hours.
An unworthy world,
For Him a diurnal cruise.
Oh, the mighty Phoebus!
In the cotton-high Summer, when
we are like lice and fleas
In His furnace of mane.
we moan, we curse,
Hiding in our fluorine-ridden cool rooms,
Lest our glazed-cowardice should melt
Under His casual glance.

To ease the trudge off a nocturnal journey,
Alors, UNA Luna SOLA, ça bien suffit.
Should there be a pond,
Then Heaven’s been remade.
Lo, in yon Moon-cooled breezes,
The pilgrim bathes greedily
In the tinkling Lunar droplets.
The night breathes Starry whispers,
Dries the bather with Her ebony caresses.
Way-farer, the heart with bliss and
The soul with peace,
What more can the voyage bequeath?

we,
Burn tons of atoms,
To escape in vain
The frozenness inside.
we,
Load the world with lights,
To avoid in failure
The shadow haunting our life.

落逢君

是问出处还是翻译啊