You are the breeze of spring.

你是春天里的一缕轻风。

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Therefore his sky seems to ache with the pain of countless meetings and partings, and a longing pervades this spring breeze, the longing that is full of the whisper of ages without beginning.

因此，在他眼中，蓝天像是为无数的聚散离合而痛苦，春风里仿佛弥漫着一种强烈的愿望——那对亘古世纪的悄悄私语的怀念。

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In your desolate dwelling comes the vagrant spring breeze. It brings the tidings of flowers — the flowers that for your worship are offered no more.

流荡的春风来到你荒凉的居所。它带来了香花的消失——就是那素来供养你的香花，现在却无人来呈献了。

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