There must be something, in the breeze, when misty May breathes fragrance, windows half open, and sunrays shed golden pattern.

一定会有什么，在轻轻的微风里；当温润的五月吐露芬芳，窗半开，阳光投进金色的图案…

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There is no sign to mark it, just a sprawl of heavy, dark, tropical hardwood left to dry and age in the sun and a couple of half-finished canoes in front of the open-air shed where he does his work.

BBC: A tale of the South Pacific