你总有爱我的一天
You'll love me yet!
and I can tarry your love's protracted growing.
June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry,From seeds of April's sowing.
I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,And yield, what you'll not pluck indeed,Not love, but, may be, like.
You'll look at least on love's remains,A grave 's one violet.
Your look? that pays a thousand pains.
What's death? You'll love me yet!
你总有爱我的一天，我能等着你的爱慢慢地长大。
你手里提的那把花，不也是四月下的种子，六月开的吗？
如今我在心里撒满爱的种子，至少有一两粒会发芽吧。
然后开花了，你也不会去采的。
没有爱，至少，会有点喜欢吧。
你总会看一眼，我坟头的紫罗兰。
那一眼，抵了我万千烦恼。
死又怎样？你总有爱我的一天。, 百拇医药(罗伯特·勃朗宁)
and I can tarry your love's protracted growing.
June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry,From seeds of April's sowing.
I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,And yield, what you'll not pluck indeed,Not love, but, may be, like.
You'll look at least on love's remains,A grave 's one violet.
Your look? that pays a thousand pains.
What's death? You'll love me yet!
你总有爱我的一天，我能等着你的爱慢慢地长大。
你手里提的那把花，不也是四月下的种子，六月开的吗？
如今我在心里撒满爱的种子，至少有一两粒会发芽吧。
然后开花了，你也不会去采的。
没有爱，至少，会有点喜欢吧。
你总会看一眼，我坟头的紫罗兰。
那一眼，抵了我万千烦恼。
死又怎样？你总有爱我的一天。, 百拇医药(罗伯特·勃朗宁)