There must be something,

that I could not understand.

Otherwise, how could trees and wood(s)

grow well in such proper sequence,

and Migratory birds fly back to homeland?

There must be something,

that I could do nothing.

Otherwise, how could day and night

alternate so fast?

 All the moment I have already missed.

Sorrow and grief are hurting my heart!

There must be something,

that I must abnegate,

after the leaves will have fallen.

Be it a diary written at my sixteen?

Or secrets pretty as lily on mountain,

 Which all my life I have beenkeeping？       牐牎　
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一定有些什么/ 是我所不能了解的/ 不然/ 循序生长/ 而候鸟都能飞回故乡/  一定有些什么/ 是我所无能为力的/ 不然/ 那样快/ 都已错过/ 一定有些什么/    是我所必须放弃的/ 是十六岁时的那本日记/ 还是/ 那些美丽的如山百合般的/ 秘密