The drunkard, blackguarded about the street till he got his head cut and his clothes torn.

那个醉汉在街头胡闹, 一直闹到他头受了伤, 衣服破方才罢休。

Not untill this time did I realize that such love is not so dolor, for it has no worldly involvement, no long-winded succession, no gingerbready samite, and no muddy water.

这时候，方才明白：原来这样爱并不悲哀。没有尘世牵拌，没有罗嗦尾巴，没有俗艳锦绣，没有浑浊。