Thomas Moore
This is the last rose in summer,
Or a person;
All her beautiful companions,
Has withered and died;
There are no more flowers,
By her side,
Reflect her blushing face,
Sigh with her and grieve with her.
I don't want to see you continue to suffer,
Stay alone on the branch;
Because all the lovely companions are asleep,
Why don't you go with them?
So I put your fragrant petals
Scattered gently on the flower bed,
Let you reunite with your dear friends.
Buried in incense soil.
When a lover's gold ring,
Lose the shine of jewelry,
When that precious friendship withered,
I also want to go with you.
When the loyal heart withers,
My dear person is dead,
Who wants to live alone,
In this bleak world.
When you are old (a classic of touching love poems)
Yeats
Yeats
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book,
Read slowly, imagine the gentle eyes,
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep.
How many people love your happy and elegant moments,
Loving your beauty with true or false love,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the ever-changing sadness on your face.
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies,
Pacing on the mountains overhead,
Hide his face among the stars.
when you are old
Fu Hao translation
When you are old, sunburned and sleepy,
Please write down this book when you take a nap by the fire.
Read slowly and dream of your eyes.
Soft eyes, deep reflection in eyes;
How many people love your charming time,
The beauty of loving you comes from hypocrisy or truth,
But only one person loves the sincerity of your soul,
Love the biting wind and frost on your declining face;
Bend down, by the red fireplace,
Whispering sadly, how Cupid escaped,
Walking in the mountains overhead,
Hide his face among the stars.
The following song is also very emotional.
Next to Kiwe Jonas salli Garden.
Go straight along Kiwe Jonas salli Garden to Sally Garden.
I met my lover, I met my lover.
She passed Kiwe Jonas salli Garden. She walked through Sally Garden.
Snow white feet.
She told me to love easily. She asked me to treat this feeling gently.
When leaves grow on a tree, they are like a group of leaves snuggling up to the tree.
But I am young and stupid, but I am so young and ignorant.
She won't agree not to listen to her heart.
In the fields by the river, in the wilderness by the river.
I stand with my lover, and I stand side by side with my lover.
On my sloping shoulders, on my sloping shoulders.
She put her snow-white hand on the place where her soft white hand leaned.
She told me to live an easy life. She made me cherish my life.
When grass grows on the weir, it is just like tough grass grows on the weir.
But I am young and ignorant, but I am so young and ignorant.
Now I am full of tears, and now there are only infinite tears left.
Go straight along Kiwe Jonas salli Garden to Sally Garden.
I met my lover, I met my lover.
She passed Kiwe Jonas salli Garden. She walked through Sally Garden.
Snow-white feet stepping on snow-white feet
She told me to love easily. She asked me to treat this feeling gently.
When leaves grow on a tree, they are like a group of leaves snuggling up to the tree.
But I am young and stupid, but I am so young and ignorant.
She won't agree not to listen to her heart.
But I am young and ignorant, but I am so young and ignorant.
Now I am full of tears, and now there are only infinite tears left.
I'm never going home again.
Spain-Siemens
I'm never going home again.
On a sunny night, it's a little cool.
The bleak moon has fallen asleep.
My body is gone.
A cool breeze
Blow in through the open window
Ask where my soul is.
I'm not here anymore.
I wonder if anyone will remember me.
Perhaps in warmth and tears.
Someone will kindly recall my past.
But there will be flowers and starlight.
Sigh and hope
And the lover's smile under the dense trees in the street
I will also remember the sound of the piano.
In this silent night, this is often the case.
But in the window where I live
No one listens quietly anymore.
The furthest distance in the world
Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
But you don't know that 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 not together.
But obviously can't resist the smell.
But you must pretend that you don't care.
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that you can't resist the smell.
But you must pretend that you don't care.
But there is a cold heart
Between you and the people who love you.
Dig an impassable ditch
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.
"Forget me"
-Shu Ting
Blue flame
Jumping between movable type flowing ice cubes
A small book slipped from my hand.
Haven't landed yet.
I have finished it.
A beautiful elopement
You, so to speak.
Just you?
Meet unexpectedly tomorrow.
Multi-year diary index
Express one's feelings
Silent signature
Or a birthday present preserved by memory.
From the fence of youth to now.
I remember.
This was hundreds of years ago.
Hundreds of years.
The soul sheds its shell again and again.
Why is it always like this?
These three words wake up.
forget-me-not
forget-me-not
Who forgot me?
Who did I forget?
dawn redwood
The water is very cold
calmly
Let the confused clouds follow the clouds.
overlie
sincere
sunset
Outline mottled scales
Go to the shady bay
Light-carrying
Is it a hand that can bounce every time?
Autumn is getting stronger.
There is heaven and water.
Go your own way, but there are many solutions.
Insomnia that night.
Tossing and turning can't escape your long glance.
through the years
I trip over this string every day.
every day
On the picture of your ignorance.
Wake up
Go to sleep.
Until my feet are cold again.
Shui Yi
A warm little southerly wind pierced the stick.
white butterfly
You call me gardenia
know nothing at all
You once had a Metasequoia name.
And the season when the backlight fades.
I won't talk about it.
I don't have to say I'm one of your kind.
In an instant.
White secrets have infiltrated you.
When I sigh
Suddenly reach out your hand and wither.
One minute in the cafe.
Red light. Green light. Horn and bell
Through the French window
On a still face.
Cause a raging fire
noise
Glow dimly
eye
That unfathomable silence
The cup is full of night.
There is no heating.
The bell of the Drum Tower rang dully.
Yi Yi Zhang Chi
Expansion has edges and infinite distance.
The crowded formation of time
Took a woman in batches
Unknown crisis
Follow the road of memory
Feather shadow density
Rational disbelief comforts the soul.
Everything will pass.
Pain and loneliness
This may be the theme of an evening.
But one night,
Belong to oneself
Incandescent lamps and cold eyes
Put reserves into investment
ice carving
The soul and name eager to escape
I can't find a shadow to hide.
the next day
The silent accompaniment of sunshine, all this.
Has slowly turned into
popular song
A style of performance
The trumpet is the lamp of a lonely house in the wilderness.
Saxophone is a light and soft snowflake.
drop
Layer after layer.
Trumpets loom in the thin clouds.
In a pond in Saks.
Frogs sound one after another.
Fireflies bend the grass awn slightly.
The trumpet is tallow in autumn.
The saxophone was torn and surrounded by the swirling wind.
Raise your arms and pray for one last dance in the trunk.
The ground is red.
The trumpet suddenly pulled up.
Saxophone with foggy toes, forest music and deer.
brick by brick
brick by brick
The trumpet jumped out.
Saxophones spread out the ocean.
Wave after wave
It's all metallic sunlight.
Small standard is in sight.
There are many troops in saxophone.
The trumpet is desperate.
saxophone
Ah, saxophone suddenly became dumb.
Trumpet makes yourself rolling in the deep.
Broke the echo of rain and pearls
Saxophone stood on the stone throat and howled.
The sun sets.
I'm here to take your place, sister.
(Akhmatova)
"I'm here to replace you, sister,
By a bonfire deep in the forest.
Your hair is gray and your eyesight is poor.
Autumn brings tears to my eyes.
You no longer remember the songs of birds,
You can't find stars and lightning.
I can't hear the tambourine beating any more,
I know you are afraid of silence. "
"You have come to bury me.
Where are your shovels and shovels?
You only have a flute in your hand.
I won't blame you,
My voice stopped long ago,
Is it worth regretting?
Please put on my clothes,
Forget my worries,
Let the wind blow curly hair.
You smell like cloves,
Walking on a steep road,
In order to be an illuminated person. "
One left and gave it to the other.
Make room, make room.
Stumbling, like a blind man,
Walking on a strange and narrow road.
She seems to see everything nearby.
There's a flame ... with a tambourine in his hand.
She's like a white flag,
And she, like the light of a lighthouse.
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(Wesley Wang)