No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms when we love.

No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms when we love.

不，我们不能像花儿那样在一年里完成我们的爱情;当我们相爱时，一股亘古的汁液流过我们的臂弯。

-- Rainer Maria Rilke 赖内·马利亚·里尔克