11/9

When You Are Old　　

When you are old and grey 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 loved 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.


回憶有時如初春的櫻桃樹 ，闔上眼也能看見的甜蜜

但更多時候，它只是植在心中的刺。


終於完成lES。唉，真的病倒了，好煩啊。頭痛欲裂還要做lES，唉。

發現某些人…真的不能對他好。不想遷就他，可是實在沒有力氣跟他吵架，

愈想愈覺得過分，要我幫他我自己還要被罵。算了。