#念诗给岐岐听# aday28
宝贝在泰国要平平安安!
轮到一首大长诗[大侦探皮卡丘微笑]
~ "Fragment of a Greek Tragedy" - Alfred Edward Housman p1
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots
Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom
Whence by what way how purposed art thou come
To this well-nightingaled vicinity?
My object in inquiring is to know.
But if you happen to be deaf and dumb
And do not understand a word I say,
Then wave your hand, to signify as much.
宝贝在泰国要平平安安!
轮到一首大长诗[大侦探皮卡丘微笑]
~ "Fragment of a Greek Tragedy" - Alfred Edward Housman p1
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots
Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom
Whence by what way how purposed art thou come
To this well-nightingaled vicinity?
My object in inquiring is to know.
But if you happen to be deaf and dumb
And do not understand a word I say,
Then wave your hand, to signify as much.
#念诗给岐岐听# aday26
宝贝跨年演出加油![憧憬]
~ "Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree" - Alfred Edward Housman P2
"My mother thinks us long away;
'Tis time the field were mown.
She had two sons at rising day,
To-night she'll be alone.
"And here's a bloody hand to shake,
And oh, man, here's good-bye;
We'll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
My bloody hands and I.
宝贝跨年演出加油![憧憬]
~ "Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree" - Alfred Edward Housman P2
"My mother thinks us long away;
'Tis time the field were mown.
She had two sons at rising day,
To-night she'll be alone.
"And here's a bloody hand to shake,
And oh, man, here's good-bye;
We'll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
My bloody hands and I.
#念诗给岐岐听# aday25
宝贝jio jio跟演出加油![可怜]
~ "Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree" - Alfred Edward Housman P1
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.
"The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.
宝贝jio jio跟演出加油![可怜]
~ "Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree" - Alfred Edward Housman P1
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.
"The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.
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