Ah! Thou wouldst not suffer me to kiss thou mouth, Iokanaan. Well! I will kiss it now. I will bite it with my teeth as one bites a ripe fruit. Ah! Thou wouldst not suffer me to kiss thou mouth, Iokanaan. In the whole world there was nothing so red as thy mouth. Thy voice was a censer that scattered strange perfumes...and when I look on thee I heard a strange music. But wherefore didst thou not look at me? Ah! Wherefore didst thou not look at me? If thou hadst look at me thou hadst loved me. Well I know that thou wouldst have loved me. And the mystery of Love is greater then the mystery of Death. 刚刚听3055大哭。