诗一首：The first day

The First Day
         I wish I could remember the first day,
　　First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
　　If bright or dim the season,
　 It might be summer or winter for aught I can say.
　　So unrecorded did it slip away,
　　So blind was I to see and foresee,
　　So dull to mark the budding of my tree
　　That would not blossom yet for many a May.
　　If only I could recollect it,
　　Such a day of days!
　　Let it come and go as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
　　It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
　　If only now I could reed that touch,
　　First touch of hand in hand-Did one but know!
　　只因我疏忽大意,它悄然流逝不留痕迹,
　　只因我茫然无知，
         不曾留意亦未能预知,
　　只因我不以为然，
         未曾看到小树
　　过去了一个又一个五月，
          花儿都没有绽放。
　　多希望我能记住它,
　　那时光中的一日!我却放任它
　　如融雪般全然消逝；
　　它现在看似无足轻重,其实当时意味深长；
　　多希望我能重温那感觉,
　　第一次牵手的感觉——可我那时不懂啊!