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她走在美的光彩中，皎洁无云而且繁星漫天，明与暗的最美妙的色泽，在她的仪容和秋波里呈现，耀目的白天只嫌光太强，它比那光亮柔和而幽暗。

In her appearance and autumn wave, the dazzling day only thinks that the light is too strong, it is softer and darker than the light.

我们将不再徘徊在那迟迟的深夜，尽管心儿照样爱，月光也照样皎洁。利剑把剑鞘磨穿，灵魂也磨损胸臆，心儿太累，要稍喘，爱情也需要歇息。

We will no longer linger in the late night, even though the heart is still in love, the moonlight is still bright and bright.

我看过你哭一滴明亮的泪，涌上你蓝色的眼珠。那时候，我心想，这岂不就是，一朵紫罗兰上垂着露。呵，宝石的闪烁怎么比得上你那灵活一瞥的光线。

I"ve seen you cry-a bright tear, flooded your blue eyes. At that time, Oh, how does the flash of the gems compare to the light of your flexible glance.

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