像风中摇曳的一支细烛。
I am not yours， not lost in you.
Not lost， although I long to be，
Lost as a candle lit at noon，
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me， and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright，
Yet I am I， who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh， plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses， leave me deaf and blind，