When we are old
One day when we are old,
We may regret not being bold:
The hesitation to feel the first hug,
Will send us smiling with a shrug;
What greater delight can there be,
Than recalling the past together with me?
One day when we are old,
Our rough hands will still hold;
Sitting on a long bench in a downtown park,
Murmuring our words happily like old lark;
What greater wonder can there be,
Than imagining the scene together with me?
One day when we are old,
A touching story will be told;
The autumn moon may quietly peep,
As the crickets praise a love ocean-deep;
What greater pleasure can there be,
Than singing the same song together with me?
One day when we are old,
There’s something we never unfold;
The setting sun may colour our wrinkled faces,
While the twilight can blur our loved traces;
What greater relief can there be,
Than burying any hard feeling together with me?
很感人的诗歌哦。用淡淡的笔触描述着年老之后一对恋人将会共同分享的幸福时光，简单的文字里蕴含着多么深沉而热烈的情感啊！
我没有翻译，想把这个艰巨而光荣的任务交给他，嘿嘿。
有劳啦，谢谢～
原文作者所属博客:一痕秋月映楼帘
标签： 英文诗歌
