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我唯一的朋友，我最爱的人，我的家门是开着的——不要像梦一般地走过吧。
In the deep shadows of the rainy July, with secret steps, thou walkest, silent as night, eluding all watchers.
Today the morning has closed its eyes, heedless of the insistent calls of the loud east wind, and a thick veil has been drawn over the ever-wakeful blue sky.
The woodlands have hushed their songs, and doors are all shut at every house.Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street. Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.
在多雨七月的阴霾中，你行踪神秘，夜一般无声，躲过所有更夫。
今天，清晨闭上双眼，不理睬喧嚷东风的连连呼唤，一层厚厚的面纱遮蔽了永不入睡的碧空。
林地的歌声已沉寂，家家户户都关上了门。你是这冷寂街道上孤单的旅人。啊，我唯一的朋友，我最爱的人，我的家门是开着的——不要像梦一般地走过吧。