Old friendsSimon and Garfunkel

Old friends, old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

老朋友赛门与葛芬柯二重唱

老友啊！老友
像书架般坐在公园的长板凳两端
一张报纸被风吹过草地
落在这对老友们穿高鞋的圆脚趾前

老友，寒冬里的伙伴，两个老人
迷失在大衣里
等待着太阳西下
城市里的各种声响从树梢上筛落
像尘埃一般落在老友们的肩膀上

你能想象多年后的我们
安静的共享一张公园里的长板凳
七十岁，多么令人心惊的陌生

老友，回忆冲刷着相同的岁月
无声的分享相同的恐惧