多
情
却
似
总
无
情
,
How can a deep love seem deep love,
唯
觉
樽
前
笑
不
成
。
How can it smile, at a farewell feast?
蜡
烛
有
心
还
惜
别
,
Even the candle, feeling our sadness,
替
人
垂
泪
到
天
明
。
Weeps, as we do, all night long.
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