歌词：Roaming Cloud
泰戈尔的<roaming cloud>诗改编
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn
uselessly roaming in the sky,
Thy touch has not yet melted my vapor,
making me one with thy light,
If this be thy wish and if this be thy play,
then take this fleeting emptiness of mine,
paint it with colors, gild it with gold,
float it on the wanton wind and sprea d it in varied wonders.
And again when it shall be thy wish to end this play at night,
I shall melt and vanish away in the dark,
or it may be in a smile of the white morning,
in a coolness of purity transparent.
If this be thy wish and if this be thy play,
then take this fleeting emptiness of mine,
paint it with colors, gild it with gold,
float it on the wanton wind and sprea d it in varied wonders.
and thus I count months and years separated from thee.
and thus I count months and years separated from thee.
and thus I count months and years separated from thee.
and thus I count months and years separated from thee.
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