| 作词 : Daniel | |
| When I do count the clock that tells the time | |
| And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, | |
| When I behold the violet past prime | |
| And sable curls all silvered o'er with white | |
| When lofty trees I see barren of leaves | |
| Which erst from heat did canopy the herd | |
| And summer's green all girded up in sheaves | |
| Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: | |
| Then of thy beauty do I question make | |
| That though among the wastes of time must go, | |
| Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, | |
| And die as fast as they see others grow, | |
| And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense, | |
| Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. | |
| Primary | |
| (All right now!) | |
| The primary means of motivation, | |
| Walks onto her place on thirteenth street. | |
| The primary means of motivation, | |
| Paints a picture on her lover's face. |
| zuo ci : Daniel | |
| When I do count the clock that tells the time | |
| And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, | |
| When I behold the violet past prime | |
| And sable curls all silvered o' er with white | |
| When lofty trees I see barren of leaves | |
| Which erst from heat did canopy the herd | |
| And summer' s green all girded up in sheaves | |
| Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: | |
| Then of thy beauty do I question make | |
| That though among the wastes of time must go, | |
| Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, | |
| And die as fast as they see others grow, | |
| And nothing ' gainst Time' s scythe can make defense, | |
| Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. | |
| Primary | |
| All right now! | |
| The primary means of motivation, | |
| Walks onto her place on thirteenth street. | |
| The primary means of motivation, | |
| Paints a picture on her lover' s face. |
| zuò cí : Daniel | |
| When I do count the clock that tells the time | |
| And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, | |
| When I behold the violet past prime | |
| And sable curls all silvered o' er with white | |
| When lofty trees I see barren of leaves | |
| Which erst from heat did canopy the herd | |
| And summer' s green all girded up in sheaves | |
| Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: | |
| Then of thy beauty do I question make | |
| That though among the wastes of time must go, | |
| Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, | |
| And die as fast as they see others grow, | |
| And nothing ' gainst Time' s scythe can make defense, | |
| Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. | |
| Primary | |
| All right now! | |
| The primary means of motivation, | |
| Walks onto her place on thirteenth street. | |
| The primary means of motivation, | |
| Paints a picture on her lover' s face. |
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