【求大神译文】

英文就可以

A morning.
The plants in March,was wild and lovely.
To grow wildly in the raindrops,and couldn't suppress their exuberant vitality.This is what the nature gave to everything.
I was sitting on the bench idly.The Goethe Poetry with me,was remembered entirely soon.
One can't ignore that he has escaped from.
It fades away,with the time,then disappears in the wind.Perhaps,to the end,will be recalled.
The clean and silent sky.Like tendering in a dreamlike lake in the morn.
A breeze kissed my nose,it's a tender green smell.
People aside the street start their day actively and enjoyably as well.
Filled with the breathe of living.
Peaceful.
But the quiet needs noises.
Someone passed.
A maid.
She showed a purple silky hair.In the sunshine,it's like a bright and beautiful,flowing color.
She's holding a book with bronzing side,and talking in spirits with the man by her side.
On her ring finger,
A silver ring shines.
She left her smile to the strange him.
Then she left with the person,with a multiflora in the other hand.
It's our first meet,and last.
Her pupil was more gorgeous than the flower.
And I stared down the book in my hands——
“Sah ein Knab ein Röslein stehn,
Röslein auf der Heiden,
War so jung und morgenschön,
Lief er schnell, es nah zu sehn,
Sah's mit vielen Freuden.”
PS：歌德的诗，我用了德语的原文。
如果要英语，请在回复中告诉我。
第一次翻这么长的文学作品，嗯，觉得还可以。
妄谈几句，个人觉得不是很完美。
比较像意识流的散文——因为看上去就很「杂乱」啊。
(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
不很完美——就是说，写得非常好～
请继续发你滴作品上来交流ください！（前提是我看得见，哈哈）

There's a young boy saw a rose,
A tiny rose stood in the field.
How brilliant and how beautiful.
He ran to it in a hurry,
And became happy when looking at it.
（这个翻得不是很好。。。毕竟不懂德文，没法理解原诗的意蕴呐）话说刚刚还蠢萌——好吧不萌，地哼了起来，真是害羞嘞

在某片不知名的花海里
沉睡着不知名的男人
每当讲故事的人说到这里
台下的先生总会微笑着打断
脆弱而温柔的神色
如同娇嫩的紫兰
于风中轻颤
在那片只有他与男人知道的花海里
沉睡着最伟大的骑士
他的史诗不曾传唱
他的尊容不曾移改
他的盔甲不曾朽烂
他的宝剑不曾钝败
他只是 休憩片刻
时刻准备
起身而战
【我不曾爱有马先生，但是当看到他放走蝴蝶那一刻，心底涌现无限的忧伤。曾经的死神安眠与自己的利刃之下，也许是那个行走于如水天空下的少年不曾后悔的事情。】
唔，可以再一次麻烦您吗w 谢谢！ @陈彦君2011

发出去的居然不见了。。。这网络啊。。。

Someplace in a nameless flower sea,
lies a nameless man.
When the story arrives at here,
the mister off the stage stops teller.
A delicate and soft face
like a tender violet
shudders in the wind.
In the flower sea that only he and the man know,
Sleeps the greatest knight.
His epic has never been eulogized,
his face has never been different,
his armor has never been decayed,
and his sword has never been blunt.
【I never love Mr.Arima(即日文ありま，有马的平假名书写形式),but when I saw him released the butterfly,An endless sorrow comes to my heart.The past Death became rested by his own scythe(长柄大镰刀，一般认为是死神的武器),maybe the young boy walked under the aqua blue sky is never regretted about this.】