When you are old and grey and full of sleep
当你老了,头发花白,睡意沉沉
And nodding by the fire,take down this book
倦坐在炉边,取下这本书来
其实感情就是留得住就留,留不住就放手。
一念为情深,一执为缘浅,孤独谁最?烈酒难醉。
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
慢慢读着,追梦当年的眼神
唯独与你,像是一条生生不息的河流。
夜色连天,静守流年流年的一份安好,秋月无边,悸动的柔情氤氲冰冷心中的情思,夜凉如水的交汇在清波宣泄,以汹涌的姿态吹醒我单薄的身影,此刻几点星稀也在不知疲倦的跳动着,跋涉囚禁几许夜的妩媚。
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep
你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影
孤独的人有着一颗单纯的心。他的世界,白雪皑皑,没有温暖。
落在在指尖的太阳,总是想要拼命的抓住却总是流露于指间。
How many loved your moments of glad grace
多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影
And loved your beauty with love false or true
爱过你的美貌,以虚伪或真情
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you
惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心
And loved the sorrows of your changing face
爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕
And bending down beside the glowing bars
在炉罩边低眉弯腰
Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled
忧戚沉思,喃喃而语
And paced upon the mountains overhead
爱情是怎样逝去,又怎样步上群山
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸