莱蒙托夫的诗之不是，我这样热爱着的并不是你俄语阅读
并非，非'tya such passion you nor me do not love your Russian reading

Levunof's poem is not mine, I such loves neither your Russian reading
Non'tya i don't love your Russian reading; nor am I so passionate

Non'tya i don't love your Russian reading; nor am I as passionate as you

Your eyes see, my sharp gaze follows them:
在你的眼睛中，我的锐利目光所见
You smile, I miss it in yours:
你笑着，我却 misses you in your spirit

My soul, the passion of your youth, burns bright:
你的青春，我的灵魂永远燃烧着
And you see my anger, yet I don't hear it:
而你看见我的心怒，但我却听见它

Your eyes are fixed on the stars, the passion of the night:
你在深邃的天际中凝视永恒的夜光
The night's fire is too strong to be wove into your skin:
夜火太过刺眼，难以融入你的皮肤

But your skin won't hide its passion for the night:
你的皮毛不会掩饰你对黑暗的激情
It's not so much a struggle between you as it is something I love in the dark:
它不是一场与你争斗的事，而是我爱在黑暗中的某处

You're lost in your sleep, trapped between two people who never know where their sleep is.
你在睡眠中迷失，被困在两个永远不知道自己睡的位置上

The memory of a night's moonlight flickers in the fading light:
月光在昏暗的灯光下闪烁不定
But it doesn't matter; it's just too beautiful for me to hold it still:
它不会消逝，你的心也永远不会凝固

I will always write love letters, but you won't tell me I care about your stories.
我会永远书写对你的爱，但你不会告诉我我关心你的故事是多有意义

Your words are beautiful and rare enough for me to never miss them.
你的语言如此美丽，且只余下我无法拒绝它们的碎片

I wrote love letters in the dark, you didn't know how it felt when I said 'you.'
我在黑暗中写信，你不知道当我用‘你’这个词时的感受是怎样的

Your letters were filled with love, but they also had a price:
你的信件充满了爱，但它们也有代价
The cost of love is rarely worth writing home.
写回信的代价比写下爱要大得多

I don't care about this story or the romantic parts of it; I just want my love letters.
我只关心这个故事，也只关心它的浪漫部分；
But you know, I don't care about your story at all either:
你也不知道，我对你的故事多在意，

But neither of us will ever stop writing love letters because you miss the quiet moments when we're both alone in the dark.
我们永远不会停止写信，因为你会在我们独自凝视黑暗时感到心痛

I miss the rhythm, I miss your laughter, but you never care about me anymore:
我感受着节奏的变化，听你哼唱的歌声；
但你永远都不会关心我了

It's not so hard for me to write love letters if I'm in the dark.
在黑暗中写作更简单了

But when I look up at the stars, they make it easier than I thought:
当你仰望星空，它们使写作变得容易得多

You never know what a beautiful night will be, but you can see it from my POV in the dark:
你永远不知道将要发生的一切，但你总能在黑暗中从我的视角看到这一切

I've been writing love letters for years, and I still don't understand why you're so happy when I ask you to write one.
我已经写了许多年，直到现在我仍不明白当你要求写一封信时为何你会因此高兴：