The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
世界奔流而过,拨动那迟迟不舍的心弦,奏出悲伤的乐曲。
— Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds (1916) —
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
世界奔流而过,拨动那迟迟不舍的心弦,奏出悲伤的乐曲。