在黄昏的时候,我的幼小的女孩听到她的同伴在窗子下面唤她。她手里掌着一盏灯,用她的面纱遮着,怯怯地走下漆黑的楼梯。在三月的星夜,我正在平台上,突然听到一声哭喊,我连忙跑过去看。她的灯儿已经在盘旋的楼梯上熄灭了。我问她,“孩子,你为什么哭?”她在下面苦恼地回答说:“爸爸,我把自己丢失了!” At dusk, my young girl heard her companions call her under the window. She had a lamp in her hand, covered with her veil, timidly walking down the dark staircase. On the starry night of March, I was on the platform and suddenly heard a cry, and I quickly ran to see it. Her lantern was extinguished on the spiraling stairs. I asked her, “Why do you cry, boy?” She replied distressfully below: “Dad, I’ve lost myself!”