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I plucked your flower, O world!

I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.

When the day waned and it darkened, I found that the flower had faded, but the pain remained.

More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world!

But my time for flower-gathering is over, and through the dark night I have not my rose, only the pain remains.

我采了你的花，哦，世界！

我把它按在胸前，花上的刺扎伤了我。

白昼离去，夜色渐浓，我发现花儿凋谢了，苦痛却存留着。

更多有香有色的花将来到你这里，哦，世界！

但是我采花的时间结束了，漆黑的夜里，我没了玫瑰，只有苦痛存留着。