Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
看不见的手指,像闲适的微风,在我的心上弹奏涟漪的乐曲。
— Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds, 11 (1916) —
Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
看不见的手指,像闲适的微风,在我的心上弹奏涟漪的乐曲。