Please translate this poem without error 5

The farthest distance in the world is not the separation of life and death, but that I am standing in front of you, and you do not know that I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that when I'm standing in front of you, and you can't see my love for you, it's that you know that you love each other.

Can't be together.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that they love each other but they are separated, but they can't resist the love in their hearts, but they pretend not to care about you.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not at the ends of the earth, but with an indifferent heart.

and between the people who love you.

Build a ravine that cannot be crossed.

Looks like Tagore's poem. I flipped it myself.

The farthest distance in the world.

The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I am standing in front of you, and you don't know that I love you.

The farthest distance in the world, not me standing in front of you, but you don't feel my love.

It's two people who love each other so much, but they can't stay together.

The farthest distance in the world is not parting in love, but I can't resist longing, but I have to pretend that you have not occupied my heart.

The farthest distance in the world, not (not all here), but to take advantage of your indifferent heart and dig an impenetrable river for those who love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not between life and death.

but I stand before you.

But you don't know.

I love you. The farthest distance in the world.

It's not me standing in front of you.

But you can't see my love.

It's that we love each other.

But no. Stay together.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not to break up when I love you.

It's when I can't resist the thoughts.

Still pretending. You never appeared in my heart.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not ......Instead, use an indifferent heart.

Dig a river without communication.

Face the one who loves you.

The green willows are like tassels, and the colorful glow flutters like colorful clothes.

The wind blew, and the rainbow dissipated.

I'm old, bent over, on crutches, watching it all.

Who said the sunset is red? It's actually colorful!

The poem translates as: green willows, tassels, and colorful clothes flow, and when the wind blows, the colors become empty. With a stick of white hair, who said that life at sunset is red?

The green willow tassels are full of colorful clothes, and the wind is empty when it passes. Leaning on the cane and white hair, who is the sunset red in life?

The green willow tassels are full of colorful clothes, and the face is empty when the wind passes. Bending over with white hair on crutches, who said that people are old and sunset red?

Green willows, tassels, and colorful clothes flow, and when the wind blows, the colors are empty. With a stick of white hair, who said that life at sunset is red?

Early years: "Hun refers to the first year of Longxing (1163), he was thirty-nine years old, served as a general judge and a dry road in Zhenjiang Prefecture for eight years (1172), and he was forty-eight years old in Nanzheng, serving as Wang Yan's staff. At that time, he was on the front line of the War of Resistance against Jin, looking north at the Central Plains, and his lofty ambition to recover his homeland was as firm as a mountain. The following two sentences describe two memorable experiences:

In the first year of Longxing, Zhang Jun, who advocated resisting Jin, supervised the Jianghuai Zhulu military horses with the right prime minister, and the building boat crossed the river, going back and forth between Jiankang and Zhenjiang, and the army was very strong. The poet is full of hope for victory in recovering his homeland, and the three words "breath like a mountain" describe his excitement back then. Soon, however, Zhang Junjun was defeated at Fuli, retreated south in embarrassment, and was deposed the following year.

The poet's wish came to naught. Reminiscing about the past, how can it not be regrettable! The years are endless, the prime of life has passed, and the ambition is not paid and the temples are spotted, which is painful day and night for the poet who is dedicated to the country.

Lu You is not only a poet, he is also conceited as a strategist. It's a pity that I haven't been able to show my strength in my life. "Don't take scholars lightly, you can fight thieves on horseback"; "The heart of thousands of miles in his life, the drive of the king of Zhige" is his wish that he will never forget.

It is his lifelong ambition to "plug the Great Wall". But Lao Ji is in the woods, Lu You's strong heart is not dead, he is still eager to imitate Zhuge Liang's "dedication" and do a great job of serving the country with Yi and Lu Xiangzhong. This kind of volunteering was unswerving until old age, and even in the second year of Kaixi (1206), when he was already eighty-two years old, when Han Tuozhou raised an army to resist Jin, he was still eager to try.