X. Her Anxiety Earth
in beauty dressed Awaits
returning spring. All
true love must die, Alter
at the best Into
some lesser thing. Prove
that I lie. Such
body lovers have, Such
exacting breath, That
they touch or sigh. Every
touch they give, Love
is nearer death. Prove
that I lie. 或许可谱曲的歌词 十、她的忧虑 威廉·巴特勒·叶芝 妆饰美丽的大地 期待回归的春季。 一切真爱必死亡, 最多也要变为 某种较低级的东西。 请证明我说谎。 恋人们有如此身体, 如此费力的呼吸, 以使触摸或叹伤。 他们每触摸一次, 爱情就愈接近死。 请证明我说谎。 |
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