A day of sorrow is longer than a month of joy.

一天的忧愁胜过一个月的快乐。

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My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

我的悲伤,当她和我在一起的时候,认为这些秋雨的黑暗日子是最美的日子;她爱光秃秃的枯树;她走在湿漉漉的牧场小路上。

When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.

当我想歌唱爱的时候,它变成了悲伤。当我想歌唱悲伤时,它却为我变成了爱。