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, 衣服也被撕破方才罢休。

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，也方才明白：原来这样不悲哀。有尘世牵，有罗嗦尾巴，有俗艳锦绣，也有浑浊泥汁。