When I am old, my hair is stained with frost spots; When you are sleepy and tired of sitting by the fire.
Please take down this collection of poems and read it slowly, recalling your gentle eyes and warm shadows in the past.
How many people love your beautiful face with sincerity or hypocrisy when you are young and happy.
Only one person deeply loves your holy soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face.
When you bow your head by the warm fire, you tell sadly how love slipped away.
It paced slowly on the mountain overhead, and then hid its face among the stars.
2. I want to live with you (Russia/Zvetayeva)
I want to live in a small town with you,
* * * Enjoy endless dusk and endless bells.
In the hotel in this small town-the faint sound of the ancient clock is like the gentle tick of time.
Sometimes, at dusk, the flute sounds from a room on the top floor.
The piper leans against the window, which is big with tulips.
I don't care if you don't love me at the moment.
In the middle of the room, there is a ceramic tile stove.
Each tile is painted with a picture: a heart, a sailboat and a rose.
Looking out from our only window, snow, snow, snow.
You will lie in my favorite position: lazy, indifferent and indifferent.
The harsh light was matched once or twice.
The flame of your cigarette is fading from strong to weak, and your cigarette butt is shaking.
Shaking a short gray cigarette butt-you don't even bother to bounce off the ash-the cigarette flew into the fire.
3. I like your silence (Chile/Nie Luda)
I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.
You listen to me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you.
It seems that your eyes have flown away, like a kiss, sealing your mouth.
Just as everything fills my soul, you emerge from everything and fill my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams. You are like the word melancholy.
I like your silence, as if you had already left.
You sound like you're lamenting, a butterfly moaning like a dove.
You hear me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you: let me be silent in your silence.
And let me talk to you through your silence, which is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with loneliness and stars. Your silence is the silence of the stars, far away and bright.
I like your silence, as if you have disappeared, distant and sad, as if you have died.
At that time, a word and a smile were enough.
I'll be happy because it's not true.
4. What can I use to keep you (Argentina/Borges)
I give you poor streets, desperate sunsets,
The moon in the ruined suburbs. I give you a person's sorrow, he looked at the lonely moon for a long time.
I will give you all the insights in my book and all the masculinity or humor in my life.
I give you the loyalty of someone you never trusted.
I'll give you the core I'm trying to keep-not creating words, not exchanging dreams,
A core unaffected by time, joy and adversity.
I gave you a night many years before you were born.
The memory of a yellow rose I saw, I will give you an interpretation of your life.
About your own theory, your real and magical existence.
I give you my loneliness, my darkness and my hunger.
I tried to impress you with confusion, danger and failure.
5. To —— (UK/Shelley)
Music, when the lingering sound disappears,
Still trembling in memory—
The fragrance of flowers, when the fragrant violets fade,
Still treasured in my heart.
Rose, when her flowers are in full bloom,
Make a bed for her love.
I miss you, too. When you were away,
Love sleeps with her thoughts on her pillow.