八十一子 wrote:
85，你渴望痛饮她眼里的美酒
You can't get drunk on the wine of her eyes,
You can't bury your hands in her hair.
Your enemies taunt you, night and day:
'You waste away, and still she doesn't care.'
你渴望痛饮她眼里的美酒。
你渴望将她的头发绕在手指头。
你忍受着情敌们无休无止的嘲弄，
任衣带渐宽，终不肯罢休。