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Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.在爱人眼里，一千里的旅程不过一里。 Was für eine verpassen, das alte Wort .想念 、多么古老的词 。 The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。 The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancingwater. Will you carry the burden of their lameness？跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？ The soul cannot live without love.灵魂不能没有爱而存在。 | 
