Tomorrow, at dawn, when the fields are dim, I will set off.
You see, I know you are waiting for me.
Over the mountains, through the forests,
I don't want to stay in a world far away from you for a moment.
I think silently and walk alone,
The outside world cannot be seen or smelled.
I was bent over, hands behind my back, walking in a hurry,
My heart is full of sorrow, and the day falls like night.
I do not gaze at the splendor of the golden sunset,
Nor looking far away at the sails sailing towards Port Alver,
When I arrive, I will be at your graveside,
Put a bunch of green holly, and a bunch of blooming osmanthus.
——Hugo "Tomorrow Morning"
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The man she loved went to hell with another woman six years ago, leaving her to deal with the endgame alone.
The person who loved her grew up with her, married her, and possessed her, but he could never get her heart.
I am afraid that being passionate will harm my holy life, and I am afraid that I will fall in love with the city by mistake when I enter the mountains.
Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.
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