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我像麝鹿一样在林荫中奔走，为着自己的香气而发狂。

夜晚是五月正中的夜晚，清风是南国的清风。

我迷了路，我游荡着，我寻求那得不到的东西，我得到我所没有寻求的东西。

我自己的愿望的形象从我心中走出，跳起舞来。

我闪光的形象飞掠过去。

我想把它紧紧捉住，它躲开了又引着我飞走下去。

我寻求那得不到的东西，我得到我所没有寻求的东西。

I run as a musk-deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with his own perfume.

The night is the night of mid-May, the breeze is the breeze of the south.

I lose my way and I wander, I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.

From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire.

The gleaming vision flits on.

I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray.

I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.