╮(╯3╰)╭ 灰暗的天空何时会出现亮色╮(╯3╰)╭

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour,first moment of your meeting me,
If bring or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for
many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand-Did one but know!