- 68，要怎样我才能将你的身影沁入我的魂
How could the soul that holds your image
Ever fade or decay? The crescent moon,
Though waning, thin and pale, begins its voyage
And grows to full perfection very soon.
要怎样我才能将你的身影沁入我的魂，
你远去的身影？或许会像那弯新月，
初现时，那般地薄，那般地淡，
渐渐地，那般地光明，那般地圆。
鍏崄涓�瀛�