为什么我的青春已悄悄溜走?


Why does my face show every smile that I have ever given to a friend or a stranger?


为什么我会笑对朋友，也会笑对陌生人?


Why does my hair glisten a shiny silver?


为什么我满头银发?


Why do my hands quiver when I bend to pick a flower?
为什么我弯腰摘花时会双手抖动?


Why, God, are the roses red?


上帝啊，为什么玫瑰是红的?


At the conclusion of my story, my eyes locked with Mr. Reynold s eyes, and I saw a tear slowly sliding down his cheek. It was then that I realized that life is not always based on the answers we receive, but also on the questions that we ask.


读完故事，我双眼紧盯着雷诺兹先生，雷诺兹先生也正凝视着我。我看到一颗泪珠正缓缓地从他的面颊上滚下来。就在那时，我豁然意识到，生活的根基不仅包括我们得到的所有答案，而且还包括我们提出的所有问题。