The furthest distance in the world.
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love is our love.
But we can't be together. We kept our distance.
The furthest distance in the world.
Not falling in love is not the distance between us.
But we can't be together, only when we are apart.
Know that true love is invincible, but pretend not to care and deny the existence of love.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
It's not that the distance between trees is not in two distant trees.
But the branches that grow from the same root are the branches of the same root.
But we can't depend on each other in the wind and enjoy coexistence.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other. It's not on the divided branch.
But the stars that look at each other are among the twinkling stars.
But there is no crossing track. They can't light a lamp.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
Not that the stars don't intersect. Not a burning star.
But even if the rails intersect, it is behind the light.
But in a flash, there was nowhere to be found, and they were far from being seen.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
It's not that there is nowhere to be found in an instant.
But it is our coincidence that I haven't met it yet.
Destined not to meet the wrong person.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest way in the world.
The distance between fish and birds is the love between fish and birds.
One is flying in the sky,
One dived into the deep sea. The other is looking up at the sea.
Second, the poem "How I Love You" by the English poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love you? Do what? Me? Love? you
How do I love you? Let me calculate one by one. Do what? Me? Love? You? Jean? Me? Count? That? Method. ?
I love you as much as I can? Me? Love? You? Where to? That? Depth? And then what? Breadth? And then what? Height?
Deep, wide and high, just like I am looking for my soul, when the forest is out of sight.
God's existence and deep grace in Xuan Ming? That? End? Yes? Existence? And then what? Ideal? Grace.
I love you as I love every day under the sun and candlelight.
Then you don't have to say it every day I never think about what I need most.
Loving you is like people fighting for justice.
I love you purely, as they bow their heads before praise. Me? Love? You? Pure? As? They? Turn? From where? Great. ?
With enthusiasm, just like the bitterness of the past, I love the parting cabin.
I love you with my childhood beliefs; I love you? Are you online? Mine? Old? Sad? And then what? With what? Mine? Childhood? Faith. ?
I love you like that saint who seems to have disappeared? Me? Love? You? With what? Answer? Love? Me? Seems? Where to? Lose?
And lost love, I love you all my life? Mine? Lost? Saint. ? Me? Love? You? With what? That? breathe
Third, "When You Are Old"-poet William Butler Yeats
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, when you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Tired of sitting by the fire, take down this book and take a nap by the fire. Take down this book.
Read slowly, dreaming of those eyes, read slowly, dreaming of those soft eyes.
Your gentle eyes and deep halo. Your eyes once had them, and their shadows were deep.
How many people loved your flash in the pan? How many people love your happy hour?
Love your beauty, hypocrisy or truth, love your beauty, hypocrisy or truth.
Only one person loves your pilgrim's heart, but one person loves your pilgrim's soul.
Love the scars of years on your sad face, and love the sadness on your aging face.
Bend down at the edge of the furnace cover and bend the glowing bar.
Muttering, a little sad, how can I love to escape?
How did love die, how did it set foot on the mountains, and how was it piled up on the mountains overhead?
How to hide your face among the stars and his face among the stars.
Fourthly, Pushkin wrote the poem "I once loved you"
I once loved you; Love, maybe I loved you; Even though I may admit it now,
I love some members whose enthusiasm has not been completely extinguished in my mind;
I hope it won't bother you again, but don't let it bring you more pain.
I don't want to upset you any more.
I used to love you silently and hopelessly, bound by hope and romance, but I love you, dear?
I endure shyness and jealousy, suffering from jewelry and timid knowledge;
I used to love you so sincerely, so gentle, so sincere,
God bless you, another person will love you like me.
Ode to the west wind is a poem by Shelley, an English romantic poet.
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life, oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life,
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you from the whole invisible existence.
Like an elf flying away from the mage's singing, driven away, like a fleeing ghost,
Yellow, black, gray, red tuberculosis, yellow, black, pale, excited red,
People affected by the plague: Oh, you,
Drive winged seeds to the dark winter bed.
On the dark winter bed, they lie there, winged seeds, they lie in cold and low places,
Like a dead hole in a grave, cold, deep and low, like a corpse in a grave, never.
Until spring, your blue sister blew the spring sister Bobi to the sleeping earth.
Blow her loud horn on the dreamy land.
Drive sweet buds into the air to feed and drink like sheep. Drive sweet buds into the air to feed like sheep.
Let the peaks and plains be full of color and fragrance: let the plains and hills be full of vitality;
Wild spirit, you travel everywhere; Wild spirit, it is everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen! Destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!