这是三 月的 月 明 之 夜，风仙花的芳香在空气中弥漫，我的长笛被丢弃在地上，你的花环还没有编完。
It is the moonlight night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air, my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfininshed.
三月带来尖叫的风，吹拂着翩翩起舞的水仙花。
March bring the outcry wind which blow the dancing narcissus.
三月带来尖叫的风，吹拂着翩翩起舞的水仙花。
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