It's when I'm weary of considerations And life is too much like a pathless wood ; Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs broken across it, and one eye is weeping from a twig's having lashed across it open.

那是每逢我厌倦于操心世事,而人生太像一片没有小径的森林,在里面摸索，一头撞在蛛网上，只感到验上又热辣，又痒痒，忽然，一根嫩枝迎面打来,那一只给打中了的眼睛疼得直掉泪。

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