和这里的老头老太太分响一下：昨天当我年青的时候

Yesterday When I Was Young--Roy Clark Yesterday when I was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way an evening breeze may tease a candle flame. The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned, I always built alas, on weak and shifting sand, I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day, and only now I see how the years ran away. Yesterday when I was Young, so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung, so many wild pleasures lay in store for me, and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see. I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, I never stopped to think what life was all about, and every conversation I can now recall, concerned itself with, and nothing else at all. Yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do, I used my magic age as if it were an wand, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond. The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride, and every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died, the friends I made all seemed, some how to drift away, and only I am left, on stage to end the play. There are so many songs in me that won't be sung, I feel the bitter taste, of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me pay for yesterday, when I was young