All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened.
她整夜歌唱,胸口抵着尖刺;清冷晶莹的月亮俯下身来倾听。
— Oscar Wilde · The Nightingale and the Rose (1888) —
All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened.
她整夜歌唱,胸口抵着尖刺;清冷晶莹的月亮俯下身来倾听。