A suitor's heart awaits the final rood. In prison on the rack, it wastes the last Drops of its ardent tears and blood, Seeking, still, pity that may come to past. (pass) What is seen, beating faintly in the air? Humbly in silence, a hanging heart Is on the gallows named love of despair, Whose owner bleeds for the Evil Lad's dart. Say no more of thy she-fragility! Alas, my lady, for what power fatal, That can put seal on our felicity Is held in thy hand, so fair and brutal. For the amnesty shall never arrive, The valve turns; of life it doth deprive. 唉,单恋真的好苦啊 -- Where words fail, music speaks. --

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