What did Byron say if I met you?

Byron's poem "How can I congratulate you if we meet one day?" ? With tears and silence. "It means: the former lovers finally separated because of various things, and my feelings are still in the same place, but life has pushed us in two completely different directions. Many years later, if we meet again, but we already have our own life, maybe children are in groups, children and grandchildren are around their knees, and the lover around us is gentle, but that person is not you. What should I do then? Bless you with tears, or bow your head silently and pass by? Either way, it shows that my love is still entrenched in my heart and has never left.

Original text:

George gordon byron's Death in Spring

When we broke up,

When we broke up,

In silence and tears,

Half-broken,

Served for many years,

Your cheeks turn pale and cold,

Your kiss is colder,

That moment was really predicted,

That's the end of sorrow!

The morning dew,

Take a breath or my forehead,

It feels like a warning,

How I feel now.

Your cows are all bad,

Your reputation alone;

I heard your name mentioned,

Share its shame.

They mentioned you in front of me,

The death knell that rings for me;

I shuddered,

Why are you so cute?

You don't know I know you,

Who knows you too well:

I will regret for you for a long, long time,

It's too deep to say.

We met in secret,

I am sad in silence,

Your heart will forget,

Your soul is cheating.

If I meet you,

After a long time,

How can I greet you?

With silence and tears.

2. Translation:

Say goodbye to the past

I once said goodbye,

Tears are silent;

Weary of liver and heartbroken

It's been several years.

Cold cheeks startled,

A kiss adds to the cold;

Sad things in the future,

This moment has been predicted.

The cold dew is heavy,

Condensing eyebrows,

At that time, someone announced:

Sadness is today.

Is Mengshan safe now?

How contemptible your name is!

I've heard about your reputation,

Shame on people.

I heard that you have a bad reputation,

Like listening to the death knell.

I can't help feeling anxious,

Love too much in the past?

Who knows the old days?

I know too much.

Long and painful,

Everything is in silence.

I used to like trysts, but now I hate silence. You forget the old love, infatuation is unlucky.

If I meet you, where will I be after many years? Only silence and tears.