把这一句，留给此刻的你

No trace of pain or languor could abide That change - age on thy brow was smoothed - thy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied.

没有一丝痛苦或倦怠能忍受这种变化——你额头上的岁月已抚平——你冰冷苍白的面颊立刻有了特权，向被剥夺了生命的青春展现出一种可爱。

— William Wordsworth 威廉·华兹华斯