《In Her Shoes》里面美丽的字字句句

4U

是的，现在的你看不到，当你懂得舍身取义的道理的时候，会回来唱这首歌，也许，那时已经没有我一起了。。

look into my heart, i can wait, even if i can not, here still stop the time, this moment,

 4U, 4ever.　　

　　
　　I Carry Your Heart with Me
　　by E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
　　my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
　　i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
　　by only me is your doing,my darling)
　　i fear
　　no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
　　no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
　　and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
　　and whatever a sun will always sing is you
　　
　　here is the deepest secret nobody knows
　　(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
　　and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
　　higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
　　and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
　　
　　i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

One Art
　　by Elizabeth Bishop

　　The art of losing isn't hard to master;
　　so many things seem filled with the intent
　　to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
　　
　　Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
　　of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
　　The art of losing isn't hard to master.
　　
　　Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
　　places, and names, and where it was you meant
　　to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
　　
　　I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
　　next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
　　The art of losing isn't hard to master.
　　
　　I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
　　some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
　　I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
　　
　　---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
　　I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
　　the art of losing's not too hard to master
　　though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

　Let Evening Come
　　by Jane Kenyon
　　Let the light of late afternoon
　　shine through chinks in the barn, moving
　　up the bales as the sun moves down.
　　
　　Let the cricket take up chafing
　　as a woman takes up her needles
　　and her yarn. Let evening come.
　　
　　Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
　　in long grass. Let the stars appear
　　and the moon disclose her silver horn.
　　
　　Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
　　Let the wind die down. Let the shed
　　go black inside. Let evening come.
　　
　　To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
　　in the oats, to air in the lung
　　let evening come.
　　
　　Let it come, as it will, and don't
　　be afraid. God does not leave us
　　comfortless, so let evening come.

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Simon和Rose生气那段，Simon said：

“it's nothing to do with him. it's about u and me. you're not talking to me. you're not telling me what's going on inside you.

tell me."

let me be with u, inside u.

plus, i love u.