The Arrow And The Song 箭与歌
I shot an arrow in the air, 我向空中射了一箭，
It fell to earth, I knew not where; 它已落到地面，我不知道其去向；
For so swiftly it flew, the sight 因它飞得如此地快速
Could not follow it in its flight. 视力无法跟得上它的飞驰。
I breathed a song into the air, 我向空中轻歌一曲，
It fell to earth, I knew not where; 它已落地而停，我不知其去向；
For who has sight so keen and strong, 谁有这么敏锐的视力，
That it can follow the flight of song? 能跟得上歌声的飞驰？
Long, long afterward, in an oak 很久，很久以后，在一棵橡树上，
I found the arrow still unbroke; 我发现它依然完好无损；
And the song, from beginning to end, 而这首歌，从头到尾，
I found again in the heart of a friend. 我发现又深印在一位友人的心上。Love is more than a word
it says so much.
When I see these four letters,
I almost feel your touch.
This is only happened since
I fell in love with you.
Why this word does this,
I haven't got a clue.

Love不单是一个字，
它还代表了许多意涵，
当我看到这四个字母的时候
我几乎能感受到你内心的感动
但是这只是发生在，
我爱上你之后，
为何这个字有如此的魔力，
我也不清楚

Thank you for comfotting me when I'm sad
Loving me when I'm mad
Picking me up when I'm down
Thank you for being my friend and being around
Teaching me the meaning of love
Encouraging me when I need a shove
But most of all thank you for
Loving me for who I am.

感谢你在伤心时安慰我，
当我生气时感谢你护着我，
当我沮丧时你拉拔我，
感谢你作为我的朋友并且在我身旁，
告诉我爱的意义是什么，
当我需要动力时你鼓励我，
但我最想感谢你的是，
爱上像我这样的一个人。

Sweetheart,
My thoughts are deep into you
From the moment that I wake up
And to the whole day through
Happy Valentine's Day

亲爱的，
我深深地想念着你，
从我每天早上起来的那一刻起，
每一分每一秒直到一天结束。
情人节快乐！

Thank you for standing behind me
In all that I do
I hope you're as happy with me
As I am with you

感谢你永远支持我，
不论我作了些什麼，
我希望你跟我在一起永远开心，
就像我跟你在一起时那么地快乐。

If I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that i 'd like to do
is to save every day until eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if I could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
again I would spend them with you

如果我能把时间存入一个瓶子，
我要作的第一件事就是，
把每一天都存下来直到永恒，
再和你一起慢慢度过。
如果我能把时间化作永恒，
如果我的愿望能一一成真，
我会把每天都像宝贝一样存起来，
再和你一起慢慢度过。

To sweetheart or friend,
words can mean much.
Valentine heart to heart,
conveys a loving touch.

给我的爱人或是朋友，
一句话可以代表许多意思，
让我们传递著情人节的讯息，
也传送出爱的感觉。

You're always there for me
When things tend to go wrong
It's that faith you have in me
That makes our love strong

当我需要你时你永远在那里，
就算是我犯了错误也没关系，
是你对我坚定的信心，
让我们的爱更加茁壮。

It's your loving and your caring
And knowing that you're near
That gentle touch you have
Make my troubles disappear

是你的爱意和呵护，
知道你就在我的身边，
还有你的温柔和体贴，
让我所有的麻烦全都不见。

A better love I couldn't ask for
With your sweet and gently way
And knowing that your love for me
Grows more everyday

我再也没法找到一个比你更好爱我的人，
能比你更加温柔和体贴，
我也深深地相信，
你对我的爱一天比一天更深。

We share so much together
And you always pull me through
Thank you for standing behind me
In all that I do

我们分享生命中的每一天，
感谢你带领着我
感谢你一直支持着我
不论我做了些什么

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　　YOUTH
Samuel Ullman

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind;
it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions;
it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity,
of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.
This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.

Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder,
the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of
living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless
station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and
power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism
and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as
your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die
young at 80.