生活日記: When you are old
深夜三點半，失眠。往窗外看，腦海浮起這首詩。When you are oldWhen you are old and grey and fall of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read,And dream of the soft lookyour eyes had once, and of their shadow deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,An...
