I want to give you something,my child,for we are drifting in the stream of the world.

Our lives will be carried apart,and our love forgotten.

But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts.

Young is your life,your path long,and you drink the love that we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.

You have your play and your playmates.What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us.

We,indeed,have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past,to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost for ever.

The river runs swift with a song,breaking through all barriers.But the mountain stays and remembers,and follows her with his love.

礼物

想给你点什么，我的孩子，我们都在世界的大潮中随波逐流。

我们的生命会被分离，爱也会被忘记；

但我不会用礼物收买你的心。

青春是你的生命，长路漫漫，你饮干最后一滴爱，转身离开。

你有自己的兴趣和朋友，无暇顾及我们，这并没多大关系。

诚然，人之老亦，有太多时间细数过往岁月，品味消失的美好。

生命之河唱着赞歌，穿云破雾，奔流不息；

所经之处，只有远山驻足，凝望着她的美好，并用爱相随一生。