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发帖数: 3956 | 1 Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
不要安静地走入夜幕
年岁已老更要燃烧咆哮
愤怒，愤怒，抵抗光明的逝去
智者临终方才知晓黑夜无度
因为那些箴言没有任何火光闪耀
然而他们并不安静地走入夜幕
善人，最后的海浪过去，声泪控诉
那可怜的善行本该在彼岸舞动的美妙
愤怒，愤怒，抵抗光明的逝去
野人追逐歌颂日出如同夸父
却发现，太晚，他们在日落中跺脚
不要安静地走入夜幕
忧者，临近死亡，视线模糊又目光如炬
失明的眼睛流星一般灿烂而骄傲
愤怒，愤怒，抵抗光明的逝去
而你，我的父亲，在悲哀的高处
诅咒我，祝福我，用你严厉的眼泪，我祷告
不要安静地走入夜幕
愤怒，愤怒，抵抗光明的逝去 |
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