感动全球华人的“春天里”，网友 dadatobe 英译 Remember the spring many years ago? With just my long hair, I had no money, no love, no fancy home. But I was happy then, with my old wood guitar, on the streets, under the bridges, in the fields, singing the song that no one cares about: “If one day, there is no country for an old man like me, please leave me be. If one day, I’m gone without notice, please bury me in the spring.” Remember the spring that we were so lonely? With beards yet grown on my chin, I had no valentine, no presents, no little princess to love. But I didn’t feel bad, with my longing for love, at dawn, at dusk, in the wind, singing the song that no one cares about: “If one day, there is no country for an old man like me, please leave me be. If one day, I’m gone without notice, please bury me in the spring, in the spring.” Now you are this blossoming spring for me, warm as the spring in the old days. As my hair cut short and beard grown, all the pain I suffered is now gone with the wind. But I am feeling so much sorrow. Life is a puzzle too big for me and I can’t hold my tears any more, in this blossoming spring. “If one day, there is no country for an old man like me, please leave me be. If one day, I’m gone without notice, please bury me in the spring, in the spring.”
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