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Your smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.

你的微笑是你自己田園裏的花，你的談吐是你自己山上的鬆林的蕭蕭，但是你的心呀，卻是那個女人，那個我們全都認識的女人。