Like to a Silver Bow 歌词
| 歌曲 | Like to a Silver Bow |
| 歌手 | Darkseed |
| 专辑 | Midnight Solemnly Dance |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hermann, Hertrich | |
| Once I wrote her name upon the sand, | |
| but came a wave and washed it away | |
| Again I wrote it with a second hand | |
| but came a tide, made my plans prey | |
| Who so list to think, I know where is a sign | |
| I am of them but furthest come behind | |
| Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind | |
| draw from my thoughts, but as they flee | |
| ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off | |
| therefore, since in a net I seek to hold | |
| the wind | |
| The sweet season, that bud and bloom | |
| forth brings | |
| The summer has come, for every spray | |
| now springs | |
| With green had clad with hill and ehe | |
| the vale | |
| The nightingale with feathers new | |
| the sings | |
| "Vain man", she said, "that dost in vain | |
| assay, a mortal name so to immortalize, | |
| for I myself shall like to this decay | |
| and ehe my name be wiped out likewise" |
| zuo qu : Hermann, Hertrich | |
| Once I wrote her name upon the sand, | |
| but came a wave and washed it away | |
| Again I wrote it with a second hand | |
| but came a tide, made my plans prey | |
| Who so list to think, I know where is a sign | |
| I am of them but furthest come behind | |
| Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind | |
| draw from my thoughts, but as they flee | |
| ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off | |
| therefore, since in a net I seek to hold | |
| the wind | |
| The sweet season, that bud and bloom | |
| forth brings | |
| The summer has come, for every spray | |
| now springs | |
| With green had clad with hill and ehe | |
| the vale | |
| The nightingale with feathers new | |
| the sings | |
| " Vain man", she said, " that dost in vain | |
| assay, a mortal name so to immortalize, | |
| for I myself shall like to this decay | |
| and ehe my name be wiped out likewise" |
| zuò qǔ : Hermann, Hertrich | |
| Once I wrote her name upon the sand, | |
| but came a wave and washed it away | |
| Again I wrote it with a second hand | |
| but came a tide, made my plans prey | |
| Who so list to think, I know where is a sign | |
| I am of them but furthest come behind | |
| Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind | |
| draw from my thoughts, but as they flee | |
| ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off | |
| therefore, since in a net I seek to hold | |
| the wind | |
| The sweet season, that bud and bloom | |
| forth brings | |
| The summer has come, for every spray | |
| now springs | |
| With green had clad with hill and ehe | |
| the vale | |
| The nightingale with feathers new | |
| the sings | |
| " Vain man", she said, " that dost in vain | |
| assay, a mortal name so to immortalize, | |
| for I myself shall like to this decay | |
| and ehe my name be wiped out likewise" |
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