浑浊的

I wish the wind could blow inchmeal from out of the window and arouse my cloudy thought.

我打开窗户，想要窗外风徐徐吹来，吹醒我浑浊思绪，无奈夜静风止。

Not untill this time did I realize that such love is not so dolor, for it has no worldly involvement, no long-winded succession, no gingerbready samite, and no muddy water.

这时候，也白：原来这样爱并不悲。没有尘世牵拌，没有罗巴，没有俗艳锦绣，也没有浑浊泥汁。