The Supremacy of Love

If I speak in the languages of humans and angels but have no love, I have become a reverberating gong or a clashing cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can understand all secrets and every form of knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains but have no love, I am nothing. Even if I give away everything that I have and sacrifice myself, but have no love, I gain nothing.

      Love is always patient;

love is always kind;

      love is never envious

or arrogant with pride.

      Nor is she conceited,

            and she is never rude;

      she never thinks just of herself

or ever get annoyed.

      She never is resentful;

            is never glad with sin,

      but always glad to side with truth,

whene'er the truth should win.

      She bears up under everything,

believes the best in all,

      there is no limit to her hope,

and she will never fall.

Love never fails. Now if there are prophecies, they will be done away with. If there are languages, they will cease. If there is knowledge, it will be done away with. For what we know is incomplete and what we prophesy is incomplete. But when what is complete comes, then what is incomplete will be done away with.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up my childish ways. Now we see only an indistinct image in a mirror, but then we will be face to face. Now what I know is incomplete, but then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known.

Right now three things remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.

V for Vendetta

　   In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran......cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate.
　　This visage, no mere veneer of vanity...
　　...is a vestige of the vox populi,
　　now vacant, vanished.
　　However, this valorous visitation
　　of a bygone vexation stands vivified...
　　...and has vowed to vanquish these venal
　　and virulent vermin vanguarding vice...
　　...and vouchsafing the violently vicious
　　and voracious violation of volition.
　　The only verdict is vengeance,
　　a vendetta...
　　...held as a votive not in vain,
　　for the value and veracity of such...
　　...shall one day vindicate the vigilant
　　and the virtuous.
　　Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage
　　veers most verbose.
　　So let me simply add that it's
　　my very good honor to meet you......and you may call me V.

Я вас любил.../I loved you once...

Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.

I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet

To die down thoroughly within my soul;

But let it not dismay you any longer;

I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.

I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,

By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.

I loved you with such tenderness and candor

And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.

舍不得离开

不要哭泣我会回来

一定要等着我

孤独的走在陌生的城市

生活是单调的

外面的世界很精彩但不能没有你

好害怕我们距离越来越远了

为了梦想你会为我加油的对吗

想我的时候就打电话吧

有了你的支持我不会害怕

心可以是很坚定的

永远都只为你一个人歌唱

......