盟军敢死队 - In Memoriam歌词
下载《In Memoriam文本歌词》Alfred, Lord Tennyson
by macmaster QQ:42008730
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
at last, far off, at last, to all,
and every winter turn to spring.
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
that not one life shall be destroy,
or cast as rubbish to the void.
when god hath made the world complete
oh
That not a worm is cloven in vain;
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.
??????
Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.
by macmaster QQ:42008730
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
at last, far off, at last, to all,
and every winter turn to spring.
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
that not one life shall be destroy,
or cast as rubbish to the void.
when god hath made the world complete
oh
That not a worm is cloven in vain;
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.
??????
Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.
In MemoriamLRC歌词
下载《In MemoriamLRC歌词》[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:] [00:07.30]Alfred, Lord Tennyson [00:07.31]by macmaster QQ:42008730 [00:07.32] [00:07.33]Oh yet we trust that somehow good [00:13.29]Will be the final goal of ill, [00:19.57]at last, far off, at last, to all, [00:26.39]and every winter turn to spring. [00:33.87]That nothing walks with aimless feet; [00:41.55]that not one life shall be destroy, [00:48.69]or cast as rubbish to the void. [00:54.78]when god hath made the world complete [01:06.85]oh [01:30.24]That not a worm is cloven in vain; [01:36.47]That not a moth with vain desire [01:43.13]Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, [01:49.73]Or but subserves another's gain. [01:54.03] [02:25.82]?????? [02:53.67]Behold, we know not anything; [03:00.53]I can but trust that good shall fall [03:06.39]At last—far off—at last, to all, [03:13.10]And every winter change to spring. [03:18.31] [03:22.14]So runs my dream: but what am I? [03:28.22]An infant crying in the night: [03:35.09]An infant crying for the light: [03:41.58]And with no language but a cry. [03:48.36] [03:50.81]oh