剪断风，剪断雨，我却

怎么也剪不断含着露珠的

遥远的那一段爱的回忆

串起回忆的帘幕，岁岁年轮

恰如织女的金梭，织就了

我雾一样真实，梦一般朦胧的

恋意。是你百灵的歌喉

优美的舞姿，闯进我这一部

悲喜剧的主题。今夜窗外传来

轻轻的脚步声，碎银般的月辉里

那是谁？……打开台灯我读

读你孤寂的背影；遥望天际

我望，望你怅惘的别离

呵，今夜，我剪不断回忆。



Tonight I can’t Cut off My Memory

Ma Anxin

I may cut off the wind and rain,

Never can I cut off that distant

Memory of love wet with dewdrops.

As I link up that screen of memory,

Each growth ring is like a golden shutter,

The Weaving Maid weaves up my fog-like reality,

And the hazy dreamland of my romance.

Your lark singing voice and graceful dances

Have intruded into my theme of a tragi-comedy.

Tonight your foot-falls outside the window,

Who’s there under that broken silvery moonlight?

Turning on my desk lamp, I read your back shadow;

Gazing over the horizon, I see your sad parting.

Oh, can I ever cut off that memory this evening?