第一日(The first day)

　　it might be summer or winter for aught i can say.

　　so unrecorded did it slip away,

　　so blind was i to see and foresee,

　　so dull to mark the budding of my tree

　　that would not blossom yet for many a may.

　　if only i could recollect it,

　　such a day of days!

　　let it come and go as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;

　　it seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

　　if only now i could reed that touch,

　　first touch of hand in hand-did one but know!

　　只因我疏忽大意,它悄然流逝不留痕迹,

　　只因我茫然无知，不曾留意亦未能预知,

　　只因我不以为然，未曾看到小树

　　过去了一个又一个五月，花儿都没有绽放。

　　多希望我能记住它,

　　那时光中的一日!我却放任它

　　如融雪般全然消逝;

　　它现在看似无足轻重,其实当时意味深长;

　　多希望我能重温那感觉,

　　第一次牵手的感觉——可我那时不懂啊!