但我爱她,她可以褪色,可以萎谢,怎样都可以;但我只看她一眼,万般柔情,涌上心头。
But I love her. She could fade and wither, how can; but I just look at her, all the tenderness, Chung on the heart.
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
夜晚是一座伟大的城市,但星星是它的灯光。