The First Day

I wish I could remember the first day,

First hour, first moment of your meeting me,

If bright or dim the season,

It might be summer or winter for aught I can say.

So unrecorded did it slip away,

So blind was I to see and foresee,

So dull to mark the budding of my tree

That would not blossom yet for many a May.

If only I could recollect it,

Such a day of days!

Let it come and go as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;

It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

If only now I could reed that touch,

First touch of hand in hand-Did one but know!

只因我疏忽大意,它悄然流逝不留痕迹,

只因我茫然无知，不曾留意亦未能预知,

只因我不以为然，未曾看到小树

过去了一个又一个五月，花儿都没有绽放。

多希望我能记住它,

那时光中的一日!我却放任它

如融雪般全然消逝；

它现在看似无足轻重,其实当时意味深长；

多希望我能重温那感觉,

第一次牵手的感觉——可我那时不懂啊!