浑浊的

I wish the wind could blow inchmeal from out of the window and arouse my cloudy thought.

打开窗户，想要窗外的风徐徐来，浑浊的思绪，无奈夜静风止。

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，也方才白：原来这样的爱并不悲。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。