AH, these jasmines, these white jasmines!  
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines.
 
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
 
I have heard the liquid of the river through the darkness of midnight;
 
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.
 
Yet my memory is s............