No.2

有幸你来，不负遇见赵睿译

To—

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music,when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory;

Odours,when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves,when the rose is dead,

Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed;

And so thy thoughts,when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

致——

珀西·比希·雪莱

当温柔的声音消失，乐曲

仍在记忆中颤动；

当甜美的紫罗兰凋零，香气

仍在激荡的感觉中存留。

当玫瑰花陨落，叶子

为深爱的花儿堆积成床；

而当你离去，我的思念

与爱意亦将随你入眠。