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I run as a musk-deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with his own perfume.

The night is the night of mid-May, the breeze is the breeze of the south.

I lose my way and I wander, I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.

From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire.

The gleaming vision flits on.

I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray.

I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.

我像麝鹿一样在林荫中奔跑，因它自己的香气发狂。

夜晚是五月正中的夜晚，清风是南国的清风。

我迷了路，徘徊着，我寻求得不到的东西，得到我没有寻求的东西。

欲望的影像从我心中走出，跳起舞来。

这影像一闪而过。

我想紧紧捉住它，它躲开我，又引着我走错。

我寻求得不到的东西，得到我没有寻求的东西。