The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
无名岁月的触摸,依附在我心上,如青苔环绕老树。
— Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds, 106 (1916) —
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
无名岁月的触摸,依附在我心上,如青苔环绕老树。