Set me high, or yet in low degree; In longest night, or in the shortest day; In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be; In lusty youth, or when my hairs are grey…
可惜就如同耳边这首似乎恰到好处的Caprice唱的A red, red rose一般,更多的爱情,就算如玫瑰般多刺,依旧抵不过风霜,如此短暂,又仿佛那两分钟没有前奏只有高超的咏叹调一般,于是我这般不切实际的想起帕格尼尼,想起其他永恒的蒸腾的乐章,想起似乎刚刚看过的朦胧的城市灯火,弘人和菜绪不那么真切的脸,放大,逼近,无限放大,快进,最后停滞。
I loved you, even now I may confess; Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress; I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly; With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely; I pray God grant another love you so.
But love me for love’s sake, that evenmore, Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.
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是说我习惯写东西听歌,居然这么凑巧让我听到了a red, red rose。细听了数遍,发现是自己曾见过的一首诗,Robert Burns。
O, my luve is like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June, O, my luve is like a melodie, That’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’the seas gang dry. Till’a the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun! And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve, And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!