The furthest distance in the world
Author: Tagore (India)
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One in the sky
One dived into the deep sea.
when you are old
Author: Ye Zhi (Ireland)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
There is a face hidden in the stars.
I would like to be a torrent.
Author: Petofi (Hungary)
I'd rather be a torrent or a mountain stream.
Walk through a rocky road.
As long as my lover is a small fish.
Swim around happily in my waves
I would like to be a barren forest on both sides of the river.
Facing a gust of wind, I fought bravely.
As long as my lover is a bird
Singing among my thick branches.
I would like to be a ruin on a steep cliff.
This silent destruction did not make me regret it.
As long as my lover is ivy.
Climb up my desolate forehead intimately
I hope it's a hut at the bottom of a deep valley.
The roof of the hut was attacked by wind and rain.
As long as my lover is a lovely flame
Flash happily and slowly in my stove.
I hope the clouds are gray broken flags.
Wander lazily outdoors.
As long as my lover is a coral sunset
Show bright brilliance beside my pale face
wild rose
Author: Goethe (Germany)
The teenager saw a rose.
Little rose in the wilderness
So delicate, so bright
The boy hurried forward.
Look at it with ecstasy.
Rose rose red rose
Little rose in the wilderness
The teenager said I want to choose you.
Little rose in the wilderness
Ross said I would stab you.
Let you never forget it.
I don't want to be chosen by you.
Rose rose red rose
Little rose in the wilderness
The savage teenager came to pick her up.
Little rose in the wilderness
Ross stabbed him in self-defense.
Roses shed tears in vain.
Or is it broken?
Rose rose red rose
Little rose in the wilderness
Please say again I love you
Author: Mrs Browning (UK)
I said it once, please say it again.
Say I love you.
Even if it is repeated over and over again.
You will think that this is a cuckoo song.
Remember, among the green mountains and forests,
In the valleys and fields
If it's missing cuckoo syllables.
Even in the fresh spring
Wearing a green suit.
Not perfect.
It's so dark around love
I only heard frightened voices in my ears.
In the midst of painful uneasiness
I cried, and I love you again.
Who would think there are too many stars?
Every star rotates in space.
Who would think it's too much?
Every flower is full of spring.
Say you love me, you love me.
The bell rang one after another.
Just remember to love me with your soul in silence.
Go to Yan Ni
Author: Marx (Germany)
Yan Ni, laugh. You'd be surprised.
Why do all my poems have only one title?
Give it to Yan Ni, you know.
You are my only source of inspiration in this world.
This is my comfort from genius.
For me, it is the brilliance of thought that shines in the depths of my soul.
All these/these
Everything is in your name.
Yan Ni, what's your name?
Every letter seems magical.
How wonderful every sound it makes.
Every chapter of music it plays haunts my ears.
Like a kind and beautiful god in a fairy tale.
Like the bright moon in Yin Hui on a spring night.
Just like the subtle sound of gold strings popping up.
Although there are countless pages
I will also ask your name to fill thousands of books.
Let your name light the flame of thought in it.
Let the battle splash the professional fountain.
Let the eternal and lasting truth of real life be revealed.
Let the whole world of poetry appear in human history at that time.
May the old century lament.
May the new era rejoice.
Let the universe last for 100 million years
Always Shine
Yan Ni's name.
Even if it is carved in a dice like sand.
I can read it, too
The breeze brought the name of Yan Ni.
It seems to bring me happy information.
I will always sing her praises.
Let people know the embodiment of love.
That's the name-Yan Ni.
wave
Author: quasimodo (Italian)
How many nights?
I heard the waves lapping gently on the soft beach.
Express a soft word with warmth.
As if from the past years.
There was a kind voice.
Through my memory.
Send out a persistent echo
Like the deep long cry of seagulls.
Maybe it is.
Birds fly to the plain.
Sing gently against the charming spring scenery.
you and I
In those unforgettable years
Whispering to the waves
How close I am to each other.
How I wish
The echo of my nostalgia
Like the waves in the dark.
Floating to your side
Lorelei
Author: Heine (Germany)
I don't know why.
I am sad.
An ancient myth
Lao Lu is my heart.
The Rhine flows quietly.
The evening is dark and the breeze is cool.
In the evening when the sun sets.
The mountains are shining with sunshine.
A charming girl
Magically sitting on the top of the mountain
She has blonde hair.
Gold jewelry gives off golden light.
She combed her hair with a gold comb.
While singing.
That piece of music is very beautiful
And very touching.
The boatman in the boat
Hook causes countless sorrows.
He doesn't look at the rocks ahead.
He only looks up to the heights.
I think boats and boatmen
All the endings were strangled in the tide.
This is Lorelei Banshee.
The sound of her singing.
Athens maiden
Author: Byron (UK)
Maiden of Athens, before we leave.
Give me back my heart.
Or because it has been separated from me.
Then keep it and take the rest.
Please listen to my parting oath.
You are my life and I love you.
I want to snuggle up to my loose curly hair.
Every Aegean wind chases it.
I want to snuggle up to those eyelash eyes.
Eyelashes kiss your pink cheek.
I vowed to snuggle in that deer-like eye.
You are my life and I love you.
And my long-awaited red lips.
And a light and tight waist
I want to snuggle up in those promised flowers.
They are better than all words.
I want to say that a series of sadness and happiness nestle in love.
You are my life and I love you.
Maiden of Athens, we broke up.
Think of me when you are lonely.
Although I ran to Istanbul
Athens captured my heart and soul.
Can I not love you? number
You are my life and I love you.
cottage
Author: Andersen (Denmark)
On the coast washed by the waves
There is a lonely hut.
boundless
Not a tree.
Only the sky and the sea.
Only cliffs and cliffs.
Have the greatest happiness here.
Because there are lovers living together.
There is no gold or silver in the hut.
But there are a couple of dear people.
Keep staring at each other
How affectionate they are.
The hut is small and shabby.
How lonely it is to stand on the shore.
But there is the greatest happiness among them.
Because there is a lover's company
Indian serenade
Author: Shelley (UK)
In the first sweet sleep at night
I woke up from your dream and left the ground.
The night wind blows gently.
The bright stars are shining.
Get up from your dreams and get off the ground.
There is an elf attached to my feet.
It took me to your screen window.
Oh, honey, this is incredible.
Wandering music is tired.
Lost in the dark and silent stream
The fragrance of Jinxiang wood has disappeared.
Like sweet thoughts in a dream.
The moaning of the nightingale.
Has died in my heart.
My life will also stop in your heart.
Because oh, I only love you.
Oh, please help me get up from the green grass.
I'm dying, unconscious, exhausted and weak.
Let your love fall in the rain of kisses.
On my pale lips and eyelids
My cheeks are cold and pale.
My heart's stereo beats heavily and quickly.
Oh, please put it next to your chest.
It will eventually break in your heart.
I loved you
Author: Pushkin (Russia)