- When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉， And nodding by the fire，take down this book, 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来， And slowly read,and dream of the soft look 慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神 Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep; 你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。 How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影
- 沉默许久后重新开口，不错，其他的爱人都已离去或老去，不友好的灯光用灯罩遮住，不友好的黑夜用窗帘挡住，我们谈了又谈，无休止地谈论，谈艺术和歌这个最高主题;身体的衰老意味着智慧;年轻时，我们曾经相爱，却浑然不知。
- Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth
- How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影， And loved your beauty with love false or true, 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情， But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you 惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心， And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。
- 奈何随着年龄的增长，梦想的重量便不复轻盈。