查良铮 译　　Translated by Charles Liang Zheng
　　My name will mean nothing to you?
　　It will die, like splashing in the distant shore
　　It sounds bleak waves,
　　Like the echo of the forest at night.
　　In this book as a souvenir of the page,
　　It left the dead of the traces
　　As if some of the patterns on the tombstone,
　　Recorded the words of people do not understand.
　　What is it? Long forgotten
　　In fresh disturbance and excitement, the
　　Mind you, it can not be displayed
　　A pure, tender memories.
　　However, in the lonely and dreary day,
　　You will read out the depression in my name;
　　You say, it was in remembrance of me,
　　In the world, I also live in your heart ... ...
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