Hands  cling  to  hands  and  eyes  linger,on  eyes:thus  begins  the  record  of  our  hearts.  手牵着手，眼望着眼，：就这样开始了我们的心路历程。It  is  the  moonlight  night  of  March;the  sweet  smell  ofhenna  is  in  the  air;my  flute  lies  on  the  earth  neglected  and  yourgarland  of  flowers  is  unfinished.那是三月一个洒满月光的夜晚；空气中飘着散沫花香甜的气息；俄的长笛孤零零地躺在泥土中，你的花环也没有编好。  This  love  between  you  and  me  issimple  as  a  song.你俄之间的爱单纯得像一支歌。  Your  veil  of  saffron  colour  makes  my  eyes  drunk.  橘黄色的面纱迷醉了俄的双眼。  The  jasmine  wreaththat  you  wove  me  thrills  to  my  heartlike  prise.你编织的茉莉花环像一种荣耀，震撼了俄的心。  It's  a  game  of  giving  and  with  holding,reavling  and  screening  again;some  smiles  and  some  little  shyness,and  some  sweet  useless  struggles.  这是一个给予和保留，忽隐忽现的游戏；有些微笑，有些娇羞，还有些甜蜜的无谓的挣扎。  

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