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 solf 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.
musicdu grows up with you.
当你年老鬓白，昏沉欲睡，
坐在炉边打盹，取下这本诗集，
缓缓读起，梦忆你过去可人的双眼，
那脉脉秋水，她们曾静是多么深情和曼美；
多少人曾爱过和你美好时光的愉悦，
多少人又曾或真或假倾慕你的容颜，
但唯一个人爱你圣洁高雅的心灵，
爱你那铅华洗尽，年老色衰的憔悴。
musicdu 伴你成长。——武汉音乐学院
