April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May she will stay
Resting in my arms again
June she'll change her tune
In restless walks she'll prowl the night
July she will fly
And give no warning to her flight
August die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September I remember
A love once new has now grown old
此时,在这个行将结束的夜晚里,在黎明的钟声尚未敲响前,我要在Sara Brightman的歌声中,写下我的思念—所有对那个失去的年代、那些死去的人和事的怀念，并将这段文字献给那许许多多的祭日
如果,你和我有着同样的思绪,也请你写下你此时的感受,我亲爱的朋友
[此贴子已经被作者于2004-9-22 23:53:15编辑过]
