Ye Zhi-(Ireland)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire. Please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Think back to their past shadows.
How many people love you when you are young and happy?
Is the beauty of adore you out of hypocrisy or sincerity?
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the painful wrinkles on your old face
Bend down by the red flame.
Whispering sadly, why did love disappear?
It paced slowly on the mountain overhead.
Hide your face among the stars
when you are old
When you are old, your hair is gray and you look sad.
Feel around the fire and take down the book.
Reading slowly, dreaming of KF's soft appearance.
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;
Sitting by the glowing fireplace,
Whispered a little sadly, how much I love FIED
Pacing on the mountains overhead
Hide his face among the stars.