It is the moonlit night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.
这是三月的月明之夜；空气里有凤仙花的芬芳；我的横笛抛在地上，你的花串也没有编成。
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It is the moonlight night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air, my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfininshed.
这是三 月的 月 明 之 夜，风仙花的芳香在空气中弥漫，我的长笛被丢弃在地上，你的花环还没有编完。
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My flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.