雪绒花

If I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.

There will always be another day
to say our "I love you's",
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do's?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget,

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight..

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear,

Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me,"
"thank you" or "it's okay".
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today

~anonymous~
*** From what I have been able to find out,
this was written in the 1930s or 1940s.

GSM

Around the Corner ... for Tomorrow It Comes...

I met you by the winding Seine... From the white sailboat, my waving hand strokes into the same course of your silky hair...flowing into morning dew... the scent of fresh buds, singing of early birds and your chemise rouge -- together they become a melody... I hold your hand,gaze into your sparkling eyes, trembling ... I know tomorrow is around the corner for I feel your pulse and ... warmth...

我丑，我穷，我农村

一堆乱肉肠子，看不懂！！！  农村人不喜欢吃柔肠子，喜欢吃咸菜！ 有文化你就拿几坨咸菜拼出个字来！那才本事！

windtower

when The morning comes, I won't cry.

jadis

This is a very beautiful song. btw, who can find out the link and posts it here, it will be nice.