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I run as a musk-deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with his own perfume.

The night is the night of mid-May, the breeze is the breeze of the south.

I lose my way and I wander, I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.

From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire.

The gleaming vision flits on.

I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray.

I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.

我像麝鹿一樣在林蔭中奔跑，因它自己的香氣發狂。

夜晚是五月正中的夜晚，清風是南國的清風。

我迷了路，徘徊著，我尋求得不到的東西，得到我沒有尋求的東西。

欲望的影像從我心中走出，跳起舞來。

這影像一閃而過。

我想緊緊捉住它，它躲開我，又引著我走錯。

我尋求得不到的東西，得到我沒有尋求的東西。