
How many loved your moments
of glad grace,
多少人爱你年轻欢畅的时刻,
And loved your beauty
with love false or true;
出于假意或真心地爱慕你的美貌;
But one man loved
the pilgrim soul in you,
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂,
And loved the sorrows
of your changing face;
爱你逐渐老去的脸上痛苦的皱纹;
And bending down
beside the glowing bars,
躬身在火光闪耀的炉火旁,
Murmur, a little sadly,
how love fled.
凄然地低语那爱的消逝,
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
在头顶的山上,爱缓缓踱着步子,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
将脸隐没在群星之中。
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出品:HR工作室
播读:@TAO
编辑:@C.HE,@Y.M.MA.

