When you are old, Ye Zhi, when you are old, gray-haired and suspicious, sit by the fire, take down this book, read it slowly, and dream of KF, the soft eyes your eyes once had, and their deep shadows; How many people love your joyful and elegant moments, love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity, but only one person loves your pilgrim's soul and the sadness on your aging face; Sit down by the burning fireplace and whisper sadly, how much I love FIED, pacing on the mountains overhead and hiding my face among the stars. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing in front of the stove, please take this poem down and recite it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and faint shadow of your eyes; How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy, but only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your withered face; When you lean over, beside the burning grate, you will whisper, with a touch of sadness: the lost love has now climbed the mountain and buried your face in the dense stars. -Are you the one? Are you him? A time traveler who came into my life, a stranger, healed my wounds, took me to the sun, spread sunshine, walked this road with me until the end of time, and walked on the road of life together. Are you the only one? Are you him? Shine like fireflies at night. With eveningsky's eternal eyes, in the eternal night sky, look at the dawn. Are you him? Who will spend my life with me? Who will dive into the sea with me and snuggle up with me in the deep sea? Are you that man? Are you him? Who has had enough pain and doesn't want to be ashamed, let alone be you again? Will you be him? Will you be him? Whose love is like a flower that needs rain. His love is a flower in the rain. Wash away the painful feeling, wash away the sadness. Sometimes the chain of fear is no longer chaotic. Is that you? Are you him? Walk with me in the starlight garden and walk under the stars. Universe, galaxy and Mars, galaxy and universe, our love is a real supernova. Witness our dear generation, are you that person? Are you him? Who wants to spend my life with me? Who wants to dive into the sea with me and snuggle up with me in the deep sea? Are you the man? Are you him? Who has had enough pain and doesn't want to be ashamed, let alone be you again? Are you him? Is that you? Are you him? Who wants to spend my life with me? Who wants to dive into the sea with me and snuggle up with me in the deep sea? Are you the man? Are you him? Who has had enough pain and doesn't want to be ashamed, let alone be you again? Are you him? Is that you? Are you him? Is that you? Are you him? Teemo Tolkki's Ode to Tagore's Life. Classic enough. The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you and you don't know. I love you, but you don't know I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you. No, I am standing in front of you. You don't know that I love you, but when you know that love comes from both sides, but you know that you love each other, but you can't be together. The furthest distance in the world. It's not that we can't be together when we know we love each other, but that we can't resist this yearning. N is in my heart, but you have to pretend that you are not in my heart at all. The furthest distance in the world is not that you have a heart in mind, but that you have to pretend that you are not in your heart at all. O Dig an unbridled river and dig an insurmountable ditch for those who love you with indifferent heart-1. Sonnet 43 of Portugal: How do I love them? ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning (English poet) How do I love you? Let me count it carefully. I love you in depth, breadth and height that my soul can reach, even though I can't see it. For the purpose of existence and ideal elegance. I love you like the quietest need every day, under the sunshine and candlelight. I love you freely, like people fighting for justice; I love you purely, just as they avoid praise. I love you, with the passion of my past sadness and the faith of my childhood. I love you, and my love seems to be lost with my lost saint-I love you with my breath, smile and tears all my life! If God chooses, I will love them more after death. 2. I take your heart with me-E.E. Cummings, American poet, who likes to use lowercase and dot symbols without common sense) I take your heart with me (I take it with me) and I will never be without it (wherever I go, you go, dear; I am not afraid of fate (because you are my destiny, my sweetheart). I don't want any world (because beautiful you are my world, my true love). It is you, no matter what the moon means, no matter what the sun will sing for ever. This is the deepest secret, and no one knows it (this is the root of the root, the bud of the bud, the sky of a tree called life; This is the miracle that separates the stars. I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) (in the movie In Her Shoes, many people couldn't help crying when they heard this poem recited. The music reading is beautiful. )
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