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sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among

if you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall.

夜的序曲是开始于夕阳西下的音乐，开始于他对难以形容的黑暗所做的庄严的赞歌。