TheSorrowsofYoungWerther少年维特的烦恼(10)

Such, Wilhelm, is our fate. I do not murmur at it: the flowers of life are but visionary. How many pass away, and leave no trace behind -- how few yield any fruit -- and the fruit itself, how rarely does it ripen! And yet there are flowers enough! and is it not strange, my friend, that we should suffer the little that does really ripen, to rot, decay, and perish unenjoyed? Farewell! This is a glorious summer.
威廉，这就是我们的命运。我不喃喃自语:生命之花只是幻想。多少人离开了人世，却不留痕迹——多少人没有结果——而果实本身，却很少成熟!可是花儿已经够多了!我的朋友，这难道不奇怪吗?我们应该忍受一点点真正成熟的东西，而不去享受它的腐烂、腐烂和灭亡?告别!这是一个灿烂的夏天。
I sometimes cannot understand how she can love another, how she dares love another, when I love nothing in this world so completely, so devotedly, as I love her, when I know only her, and have no other possession.