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❤ vanilla ❤ silyut ❤
that girl



sylvia

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crybaby
super racist & countrist
loves: manga, anime
mahjong
mashi maro
mamee mee
& milo!
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
the millet leaves

黍离

彼黍离离,彼稷之苗。行迈靡靡,中心摇摇。
知我者,谓我心忧;不知我者,谓我何求。悠悠苍天,此何人哉!
彼黍离离,彼稷之穗。行迈靡靡,中心如醉。
知我者,谓我心忧;不知我者,谓我何求。悠悠苍天,此何人哉!
彼黍离离,彼稷之实。行迈靡靡,中心如噎。
知我者,谓我心忧;不知我者,谓我何求。悠悠苍天,此何人哉!

direct translation:

The millet leaves

Other millet leaves, seedling of the other millet. The line steps the base, the center swings.
Knows me, says my heart sorrow; Does not know me, says I what to ask. Long heaven, this who!
Other millet leaves, Guangzhou of the other millet. The line steps the base, the center like is drunk.
Knows me, says my heart sorrow; Does not know me, says I what to ask. Long heaven, this who!
Other millet leaves, reality of the other millet. The line steps the base, the center like chokes.
Knows me, says my heart sorrow; Does not know me, says I what to ask. Long heaven, this who!

~extracted 诗经·王风
her memory was written @ 12:43