澳豬王國 Ozland

When you are old by

 

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.

當你老時 彷彿灰燼沉沉欲眠
我在火爐邊嗜睡 取下這本書
慢慢讀 夢著你眼睛曾釋出的柔光
以及你那深深的波影
多少人戀慕你喜悅的模樣
暗戀你似真似假的愛情
但只有一個人愛你聖潔的靈魂
愛你善變的面容怔忡的憂傷
並且不時俯身欄杆邊
時而嚅囁時而傷心的感嘆
那愛情竟已慢慢消失在
山與星辰之間