Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
by W. B. Yeats
my motive for writing poem
has vanished since that day
being defeated by myself
I'm still not ready at present
so I decided to post
this lovely piece by Yeats
Hope for
setting off again very soon
5 comments:
set free,
just like a tree.
咁叫唔叫詩架？^~^
話就話唔好睇得咁重得失，但其實，邊有咁易呢？你問我既，我梗係唔想足球隊輸波架喎。
事實就係事實，失敗左咪試多次囉。既然你曾經受到他人認同，有朝一日，你會再得到的。
dawn，太陽升起，
我地試下心情起飛乜都ok錫啖米奇掛住屋企搵人調戲得閒唱K面對自己唔好放棄；
dusk，太陽落地，
我地唔好行行企企食飯兩味行街睇戲訓覺?被摺下飛機四周圍飛望住隔離係度嘆氣。
無聊就無聊D，但，笑下啦香港人。
唔無聊ar!你講得好好~~
多謝你ar alan, 我會努力學習「面對自己唔好放棄」的!!
there must be some interesting conversation going on here....but quite quite incomprehensible to me!
anyway it is a lovely piece :)
you have probably read a lot more of these than I have :)
go to learn Cantonese la~ =P
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