When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire and take down the book.
Reading slowly, dreaming of 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 sadness on your aging 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.
Poems by Irish poet Ye Zhi
There is also a Scarborough Fair.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Please give my regards to a girl who lives there.
She was my true love. She used to be my lover.
Tell her to make a linen shirt for me and ask her to make a linen dress for me.
On the hillside deep in the green forest? (by the hill deep in the green forest)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Traces of sparrows on the snow-capped palm (chasing birds on the snow-covered palm mountain)
Without sewing and needlework, there would be no sewing and needlework.
Blankets and sheets, kids in the mountains.
Then she will be my true love, she will be my true love.
Sleeping does not know the call of the horn.
Tell her to find me an acre of land and ask her to find me a piece of land.
A leaf grew on the hillside (from a few grass leaves beside the hillside)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Wash the grave with silver tears.
Between the sea and the sea.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she will be my true love, she will be my true love.
Tell her to harvest with a sickle. Tell her to harvest with a sickle.
War bells are burning in scarlet camps, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
The general ordered their soldiers to kill people.
Bundle the harvested heather into a bundle.
Fight for a reason they have long forgotten (fight for a reason they have long forgotten)
Then she will be my true love, she will be my true love.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Please give my regards to a girl who lives there.
She was my true love. She used to be my lover.
The landlord can choose the above two poems.