I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
亲爱的,我累了,因为没有你,我的心烦躁不安;把它挤进小墨水滴里,然后贴上去。我在这里,在一轮明月的照耀下,独自烫伤。
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