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■腕m 电m也 t 亡h Addr Whe n you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And no ddi ng by the fire, take dow n this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your mome nts 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 cha nging face;
And bending dow n beside the glow ing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
The furthest dista nee in the world
Is not betwee n life and death
But whe n I sta nd in front of you
Yet you don't know that
I love you.
The furthest dista nee in the world
Is not whe n I sta nd in front of you
Yet you can't see my love
But whe n un doubtedly knowing the love from both
Yet cannot be together.
The furthest dista nee in the world Is not being apart while being in love
But whe n I pla inly cannot resist the year ning
Yet prete nding you have n ever bee n in my heart.
The furthest dista nee in the world
Is not struggli ng aga inst the tides
But using on e's in differe nt heart
To dig an un crossable river
For the one who loves you.
