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, 一直闹到他的头受了伤, 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：原来这样的爱并不悲哀。没有尘世的牵拌，没有罗嗦的尾巴，没有俗艳的锦绣，也没有浑浊的泥汁。