Irish Ye Zhi.
Old, gray-haired, 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 and sincerity
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face
Hang your head down by the burning fire.
Whispering sadly about the passing of love.
It paced slowly on the hill overhead.
There is a face hidden among a group of stars.
2. "Deep Vows"
Irish Ye Zhi.
Because you didn't keep that deep oath.
People will fall in love with me
But every time, when I face death,
When I was asleep,
When I was at the party,
I always meet your face suddenly.
3. Bai Niao
Irish Ye Zhi.
I want you and me, honey,
This is a double Bai Niao flying on the waves!
Although the meteor didn't die,
We are tired of its dazzling;
Blue stars droop in the dusk,
Its shimmer is already in our hearts,
Dear, wake up an immortal sadness.
Indulge in dreams,
Lily and rose in Lu Qin are boring;
Ah, stop dreaming,
Dear, the meteor across the night sky is bright,
Or the faint light of the blue star, hanging low when it stays in the dew:
I wish we could: you and me,
Become a double Bai Niao, wandering on the waves!
I am haunted.
Countless islands and Dannan coast,
The years there will surely forget us,
Sadness no longer reappears;
As long as we stay away from roses,
Lily and the annoying starlight,
We will be Bai Niao,
Dear, stir on the waves of the sea!
4. Memories of youth
Irish Ye Zhi.
Those days passed like scenes in a drama;
I also learned the wisdom brought by love;
However, I have some talents,
No matter what I say,
Although I can get her approval, I can't stop it.
Clouds floating from the cold north
Suddenly disappeared on Cupid's moon.
Believe everything I say,
I admire her body and soul.
Until pride shines in her eyes,
Until happiness flushed her cheeks,
Until vanity lightened her steps,
However, despite this praise, we
All you can find is the darkness overhead.
5. Inniss Foley, an island in the middle of the lake
Irish Ye Zhi.
Leave,
To the island in the middle of the lake, Foley, Inniss,
A thatched cottage; Soil, branch fence,
Some beans, nail a honeycomb for bees.
Alone in the noisy sound
Calm down, peace is slowly coming there,
Slowly arrival, from the veil of dawn to the chirping of crickets;
Midnight dusk, noon purple,
Dusk is covered with the wings of cardinals.
I'm leaving, because day and night,
I can hear the sound of the lake beating against the coast;
And I, standing on the highway,
Standing on the gray sidewalk,
Let the song of the waves beat in my heart.