The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.
亲爱的,光在每一朵云上碎成金色,洒落无数宝石。
— Rabindranath Tagore · Gitanjali (1912) —
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.
亲爱的,光在每一朵云上碎成金色,洒落无数宝石。