当你年老白了头，睡意稠，
炉旁打盹，请记下诗一首，
慢回忆，你也曾眼神温柔，
眼角里，几重阴影浓幽幽。
多少人，爱你年轻漂亮的时候，
真假爱，不过给你的美貌引诱，
只一人，在内心深处爱你灵魂的圣洁，
也爱你，衰老的脸上泛起痛苦的纹沟。
在烘红的炉旁，低头回首，
凄然地，诉说爱情怎样溜走，
如何跑到上方的山峦，
然后把脸藏在群星里头。——威廉·勃特勒·叶芝
Baby
It's been a long coming
Such a long long time
And I can't stop running
Such a long long time
Can you hear my heart beating?
Can you hear that sound
Coz I can't help thinking
And I won't stop now
And then I look up at the sun
And I could see
O the way that gravity pours
On you and me
And then I look up at the sky
And saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes
On everyone
On everyone
Baby
When your wheels stop turning
And you feel let down
And it seems like troubles
Have come all around
I can hear your heart beating
I can hear that sound
But I can't help thinking
And I won't look now
And then I looked up at the sun
And I could see
Oh the way that gravity pours
On you and me
And then I looked up at the sky
And saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes
on everyone...