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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 ofthe soft look 慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神
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, 惟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，你弯下了腰，
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled 低语着，带着浅浅的伤感， 爱情是怎样逝去
And paced upon the mountains overhead 又怎样步上群山
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸。
每一次旅行，都是回不去的曾经 时光流淌，云海之上，且留一份记忆悠远而绵长 当我老了，走不动了，是否还会想起漫步云端 怎样步上群山又怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸
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