（感谢 WAF 小组倾情奉献！）
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with
the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something
every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones.
And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them,
but it wasn’t a disaster. Even losing you the joking voice, a gesture I
love I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard
to master though’it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
I carry your heart with me, I carry your heart with me, I carry it in
my heart, I am never without it, anywhere I go you go, my dear; and
whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling , I fear No fate,
for you are my fate, my sweet, I want No world, for beautiful you are
my world, my true, Here is the deepest secret nobody knows, here is the
root of the root and the bud of the bud, and the sky of the sky of a
tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can
hide, And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry
your heart, I carry it in my heart.