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Why did he choose to come to my door, the wandering youth, when the day dawned?

As I come in and out I pass by him every time, and my eyes are caught by his face.

I know not if I should speak to him or keep silent. Why did he choose to come to my door.

The cloudy nights in July are dark; the sky is soft blue in the autumn; the spring days are restless with the south wind.

He weaves his songs with fresh tunes every time.

I turn from my work and my eyes fill with the mist. Why did he choose to come to my door?

年轻的游子，当天亮的时候，为什么特地来到我门前？

每次我进出经过他身旁，我的眼睛总被他的面孔吸引。

我不知道是应该和他说话还是保持沉默。他为什么特地来到我门前呢？

七月的阴夜是暗沉的；秋日的天空是浅蓝的，南风把春天吹得烦躁不安。

他每次用新调编着新歌。

我放下工作，眼里充满迷茫。他为什么特地来到我门前呢？

“假使它只是片刻的欢乐，它将在喜悦中开花，你立刻就会看到、懂得。”