We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

我们埋葬的爱;遗忘像青草一样在上面生长:这是一件值得哭泣的事情，而不是为死去的人哭泣。

-- Alexander Smith 亚历山大·史密斯