晕影

简单の伱°还在不在！
- Les Mignons.

My dearest..... Try to be simple.


越单纯° 越着迷——




When you are old 当你老了

--- William Butler Yeats ——威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉，

And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来，

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 慢慢读着，追梦当年你的眼神

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。

How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱过你青春的片影，

And loved your beauty with love false or true, 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或是真情，

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 唯独一人爱你那朝圣者的心，

And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。

And bending down beside the glowing bars, 在炉栅边上，你弯下了腰，

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 低语着，带着浅浅的伤感，

And paced upon the mountains overhead 爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山，

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 怎样在繁星之间藏起了脸。

简单の伱°还在不在！
- Les Mignons.

My dearest..... Try to be simple.


越单纯° 越着迷——




When you are old 当你老了

--- William Butler Yeats ——威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉，

And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来，

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 慢慢读着，追梦当年你的眼神

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。

How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱过你青春的片影，

And loved your beauty with love false or true, 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或是真情，

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, 唯独一人爱你那朝圣者的心，

And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。

And bending down beside the glowing bars, 在炉栅边上，你弯下了腰，

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 低语着，带着浅浅的伤感，

And paced upon the mountains overhead 爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山，

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 怎样在繁星之间藏起了脸。

当你老了，白发苍苍，睡意朦胧， 　　
在炉前打盹，请取下这本诗篇， 　　
慢慢吟诵，梦见你当年的双眼 　　
那柔美的光芒与青幽的晕影； 　　
多少人曾爱过你的美丽， 　　
爱过你欢乐而迷人的青春， 　　
假意或者真情， 　　
唯独一人爱你朝圣者的灵魂， 　　
爱你衰老的脸上痛苦的皱纹； 　　
当你佝偻着，在灼热的炉栅边， 　　
你将轻轻诉说，带着一丝伤感： 　　
逝去的爱，如今已步上高山， 　　
在密密星群里埋藏着它的赧颜。