Do you have any foreign poems?

1, the farthest distance in the world

Author: Tagore (India)

The furthest distance in the world

Not the distance between life and death.

It's that I stand in front of you

You don't know I love you.

The furthest distance in the world

No, I'm standing in front of you

You don't know I love you.

But obsessed with love

But you can't say I love you.

The furthest distance in the world

It's not that I can't say I love you

I miss you so much.

But it can only be buried deep in my heart

The furthest distance in the world

It's not that I can't say I miss you.

But love each other.

But we can't be together.

The furthest distance in the world

Do not love each other

But we can't be together.

But knowing that true love is invincible

Pretend not to care.

The furthest distance in the world

Not the distance between trees.

But branches that grow from the same root.

But can't depend on each other in the wind

The furthest distance in the world

It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.

But the stars look at each other.

But there are no intersecting trajectories.

The furthest distance in the world

Not the trajectory between stars.

But even if the tracks intersect,

But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.

The furthest distance in the world

It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.

But we haven't met yet.

It is doomed to be impossible to come together.

The furthest distance in the world

Is the distance between fish and birds.

One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.

2. When you are old.

Author: 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.

Recall the heavy shadows of their past;

How many people love you when you are young and happy,

Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,

Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,

Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

I hung my head, by the red fire,

Whispering sadly about the passing of love,

On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.

A face is hidden among a group of stars.

I would like to be a torrent.

Author: Petofi (Hungary)

I would like to be a torrent or a mountain stream, walking on the rocky road.

As long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves.

I want to be a barren forest on both sides of the river, and I fight bravely in the face of a gust of wind.

As long as my lover is a bird, it is my guest among the dense branches.

I hope the ruins are on steep cliffs. This silent destruction has not depressed me.

As long as my lover is green ivy, I will climb up intimately along my desolate forehead.

I hope it's a thatched cottage at the bottom of the valley, beaten by wind and rain.

As long as my lover is lovely, the flame flashes slowly and happily in my stove.

I wish the clouds were gray broken flags, floating around lazily in the vast sky.

As long as my lover is a coral sunset, it will shine brightly beside my pale face.

4. Wild roses

Author: Goethe (Germany)

The teenager saw a rose, a little rose in the wilderness.

So delicate, so bright

The teenager hurried forward and looked very happy.

Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.

The boy said I'm going to pick your little roses in the wilderness.

Ross said I would stab you.

Let you never forget that I don't want to be picked by you.

Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.

The savage teenager went to her wilderness to pick small roses.

Ross stabbed him in self-defense, and Ross held back his tears in vain.

Or is it broken?

Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.

Please say again I love you

Author: Mrs Browning (UK)

I said it once, please tell me again that I love you.

Even if it is repeated over and over again.

You will think that this is a cuckoo song.

Please remember, between the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields.

If it lacks cuckoo syllables, even if it is fresh in spring.

Wearing green clothes is not perfect.

It's so dark around love

I only heard frightened voices in my ears.

In the midst of painful uneasiness

I cried, and I love you again.

Who would think there are too many stars? Every star rotates in space.

Who would think it's too much? Every flower is full of spring.

Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell.

Just remember to love me with your soul in silence.