My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten. In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
白日里的花儿落下花瓣,被人遗忘;到了夜晚,却成熟为记忆的金色果实。
— Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds, 181 (1916) —
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten. In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
白日里的花儿落下花瓣,被人遗忘;到了夜晚,却成熟为记忆的金色果实。