Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. ————《WHEN YOU ARE OLD》William Butler Yeats低语着,带着浅浅的伤感,爱情是怎样逝去,又怎样步上群山,怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸。冰心/译
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