天下上最迢遥的距离，
不是生和死
而是我就站在你的背地，
你却不知道我爱你
天下上最边远的距离，
不是我站在你背地里，你殊不知道我爱你
而是明显晓得互相相爱，
却不能在共同
世界上最辽远的隔绝距离，
不是明明知道互相相爱，却不克不及在共同
而是明显无法抵御这股惦记，
却还得成心伪装涓滴没有把你放在内心
世界上最辽远的隔断，
不是显明没法抵当这股缅想，
却还得故意乔装丝毫没有把你放在心里，
而是用自己冷峭的心
对爱你的人掘了一条无奈跨越的沟渠。
Maid of Athens , Ere We Part
George Gordon Byron
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Zo? mou sas agapo.
By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Aegean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Zo? mou sas agapo.
By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By 喜欢’s alternate joy and woe,
Zo? mou sas agapo.
Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istambol,
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No!
Zo? mou sas agapo.
