I wish I could remember that 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 to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I 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 recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand—Did one but know!
悔忘当时，与君初见，却是何月何年？阴晴冬夏，消逝转眸间。试问何其盲目？犹愚钝，相对无言。岁月过，枝繁叶茂，弹指一挥间。流年，往事去，冰销雪散，似梦如烟。看似不经意，心绪万千。难挡新愁旧恨，不应忘、酥手相牵。悔初见、当时未解、情意两缠绵。
