老朋友,我就是你的眼睛,就是镶在你鼻粱两侧、眉弓之下的那两颗黑珍珠。当然,闪闪发光已成历史,那两颗当年为您闪烁光彩、洞察秋毫、频送秋波的黑葡萄已经黯然失色;睑下垂、鱼尾纹、下眼袋让我日渐老态龙钟。岁月无情,我们都无法抗拒,我劝你也不必为这些过度伤感。我要说的是,表面形象我们可不计较,但对我这 I am your old friend, your eyes, the two black pearl studded beneath your eyebrows. Of course, the glittering has become a history, the two then glistening for you, insight into the autumn, frequenting the dark grapes have been eclipsed; blepharoptosis, crow’s feet, under the eye bags let me getting older. Years of relentlessness, we are irresistible, I advise you not to be overly sad for these. What I want to say is that we can ignore the superficial image, but for me