you
be
old
while
you
be
old
and
grey
and
all
about
Sleep,
and
drowsy
pass by
this
Fire,
take
downwards
this
Books,
and
Slowly
Reading,
and
dream
about
this
soft
look
your
eye
have
Once,
and
about
their
shadow
Deep;
how
many
have deep love for
your
a short while
about
glad
Grace,
and
have deep love for
your
beauty
along with
love
wrong
or
exactly,
but
one
man
have deep love for
this
pilgrim
soul
exist
You,
and
have deep love for
this
grieved
about
your
change
Face;
and
bend
downwards
Near ...
this
glowing
Bar,
Noise,
a
small
Sadly,
how
love
run away
and
Pace
Above in
this
mountain range
Overhead
and
hide
his
face
therein
a
crowd
about
Stars.
I remember when I was in high school, I joined a club of FLTRP, which was from Beijing. I subscribe to magazines once a month and add two tapes with this poem on them. Now that magazine is lent to my sister.