When you are old

六月雪

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
　　　　And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
　　　　And slowly read , and dream of the soft 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 love d the pilgrim soul in you,
　　　　And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
　　
　　　　And bending down beside the glowing bars,
　　　　Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
　　　　And paced upon the mountains overhead
　　　　And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

六月雪

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
　　

城市猎人

fantastic  !very nice!

彼岸

kan b dong
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