O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along
I joined the brotherhood
My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history
Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears
The wind, my memory
I'd hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest's blood
Its wrath I would endure
And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well
And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee
On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high
Through rivers running deep
Beneath the endless sky
Beneath these jasmine flowers
Amidst these cypress trees
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries
Now take the hourglass
And turn it one its head
For when the sands are still
'Tis then you'll find me dead
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
下面是我从网上找的对她的碟评。
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孤草,别难过,这个应该是让心情平静的,有种梦幻。我马上要过长周末了,可以好好休息啦。:)
人生有太多的无奈,太多的无常。需要无畏的勇气面对。。。
[无常:佛教用语,世間一切之法,生滅遷流,剎那不住,謂之無常.]