帮我翻译一下这篇文章Iwasrich,ifnotinmoney,insunnyhoursandsummerdays

in sunny hours and summer days: it is so full of anguish and of magic and one person never comes to know it as it is until it has gone from him forever, it is the thing whose loss he must lament forever, if not in money, and it is the thing whose loss he really welcomes with a sad and secret joy, where he can still spend a quiet hour in the sunI was rich.Lost love itself is powerless to still a remembered voice or erase a remembered smile. There is a pond which neither time nor tide can change. And for one boy who is now a man, the thing he would never willingly relive again, could it be restored to him by and magic.Please don’t cry yourself a river he said to himself, It is useless love is a wonderful thing.It is the thing whose passing he watches with infinite sorrow and regret.It is the thing he cannot bear or lose.The past is the bank in which we store our most valuable possession ---the memories that give meaning and depth to our lives

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不是有钱 而是有充足的夏日明媚的时光