Not Go GentleInto That Good Night Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that goodnight, Old age should burn and rave at theclose of day; Rage, rage against the dying of thelight. Though wise men at their end knowdark is right, Because their words had forked nolightning they Do not go gentle into that goodnight. Good men, the last wave by, cryinghow bright Their frail deeds might have dancedin a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of thelight. Wild men who caught and sang the sunin flight, And learn, too late, they grieved iton its way, Do not go gentle into that goodnight. Grave men, near death, who see withblinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteorsand be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of thelight. And you, my father, there on the sadheight, Curse, bless, me now with yourfierce tears, I pray, Do not go gentle into that goodnight, Rage, rage against the dying of thelight.
Because there is no way that anybody over there or...or anywhere loves you as much as I love you right here. 因为不可能存在任何人,无论在那边还是…哪边,比我更爱我身边的这个你。 --Coherence