这原是叶芝的一首诗

When you are old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

 

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• 也许翁帆就是读了这首诗听了这首歌爱上老杨的 -茵茵2017- ♀ (0 bytes) () 03/14/2018 postreply 18:13:48

• And loved the sorrows of your changing face，那个人是同一代人，不是隔代的小嫩。 -侧卫1- ♂ (0 bytes) () 03/14/2018 postreply 18:36:03

• And loved the sorrows of your changing face -退隐老妖- ♀ (0 bytes) () 03/14/2018 postreply 18:15:08

• 所以啊，那个人是同一代人，不是小嫩。 -侧卫1- ♂ (0 bytes) () 03/14/2018 postreply 18:29:07