H*7
2 楼
Young I was,and ignorant of the taste of care;
Alone I loved to mount the stairs,
Alone I loved to mount the stairs,
And in new verses my imagined woes declare.
Now I’ve learned all the bitterness of life’s care,
Never would I hint my despair,
Never would I hint my despair,
Murmuring instead:Ah autumn,how cool and fair.
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While young, I knew no grief I could bear;
I'd like to go upstair.
I'd like to go upstair
To write new vreses with a false despair.
I know what grief is now that I'm old;
I would not have it told.
I would not have it told,
But only say I'm glad that autumn's cold.
Alone I loved to mount the stairs,
Alone I loved to mount the stairs,
And in new verses my imagined woes declare.
Now I’ve learned all the bitterness of life’s care,
Never would I hint my despair,
Never would I hint my despair,
Murmuring instead:Ah autumn,how cool and fair.
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While young, I knew no grief I could bear;
I'd like to go upstair.
I'd like to go upstair
To write new vreses with a false despair.
I know what grief is now that I'm old;
I would not have it told.
I would not have it told,
But only say I'm glad that autumn's cold.
l*y
3 楼
好个秋,都翻成f**k 的
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