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First marry become husband wife At now seventeen years Mutual look still not enough What situation be great loss My temples already most white This body rather period complete End at together share cave Not die tear flow flow |
When we two first became husband and wife Was seventeen years ago today. We couldn't look at each other enough, What loss could compare to this? Already, my temples are mostly white, I'd rather my body had finished its time. In the end, we'll share a tomb; Still not dead, I weep and weep. |