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The furthest distance in the world
Is not between life and death
But when I stand in front of you
Yet you don’t know that
I love you
The furthest distance in the world
Is not when i stand in front of you
Yet you can’t see my love
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
Yet cannot Be togehter
The furthest distance in the world
Is not being apart while being in love
But when plainly can not resist the yearning
Yet pretending
You have never been in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
Is not......
But using one’s indifferent heart
To dig an uncrossable river
For the one who loves you
A Red,Red Rose
By Robert Burns
O,my luve's like a red,red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O,my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my deer,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
从来没好好读过什么爱情名著,静不下心来看
最近翻了翻我的英美文学
有些诗,写得好有意境
读出来后,更是很有感觉。
分享下 最近的心情吧
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