你总有爱我的一天 You'll love me yet！ and I can tarry your love's protracted growing. June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of April's sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed At l
You'll love me yet！
and I can tarry your love's protracted growing.
June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry,
From seeds of April's sowing.
I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,
And yield, what you'll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like.
You'll look at least on love's remains,
A grave 's one violet.
Your look? that pays a thousand pains.
What's death? You'll love me yet！
我能等着你的爱慢慢地长大。
你手里提的那把花，
不也是四月下的种子，六月开的吗？
如今我在心里撒满爱的种子，
至少有一两粒会发芽吧。
然后开花了，你也不会去采的。
没有爱，至少，会有点喜欢吧。
你总会看一眼，
我坟头的紫罗兰。
那一眼，抵了我万千烦恼。
死又怎样？你总有爱我的一天。