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Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes; thus begins the record of our hearts.

It is the moonlit night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk.

The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise.

It is a game of giving and withholding, revealing and screening again; some smiles and some little shyness, and some sweet useless struggles.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

No mystery beyond the present; no striving for the impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no groping in the depth of the dark.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; we do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.

It is enough what we give and we get.

We have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

手握著手，眼望著眼；就這樣開(kāi)始了我們的心路歷程。

三月的月明之夜；空氣里有鳳仙花的甜蜜；我的橫笛躺在地上，你的花環(huán)也沒(méi)有編成。

你我之間的愛(ài)像歌曲一樣淳樸。

你橘黃色的面紗使我眼睛迷醉。

你為我編的茉莉花環(huán)使我心激動(dòng)，像受了表?yè)P(yáng)。

這是一個(gè)又予又留、又隱又現(xiàn)的游戲；有些微笑，有些羞怯，也有些甜蜜的無(wú)用的斗爭(zhēng)。

你我之間的愛(ài)像歌曲一樣淳樸。

沒(méi)有當(dāng)前以外的神秘，不強(qiáng)求做不到的事情，沒(méi)有魅惑后面的陰影，沒(méi)有幽暗深處的探求。

你我之間的愛(ài)像歌曲一樣淳樸。

我們沒(méi)有走出一切語(yǔ)言之外而進(jìn)入永遠(yuǎn)的沉默；我們沒(méi)有舉起手，尋求希望以外的東西。

我們付出，得到，這足夠了。

我們沒(méi)有樂(lè)極生悲榨取痛苦的酒。

你我之間的愛(ài)像歌曲一樣淳樸。