What I sing of, he suffers—what is joy to me, to him is pain.
我歌唱的,他正在承受;于我是欢乐的,于他却是痛苦。
— Oscar Wilde · The Happy Prince and Other Tales · The Nightingale and the Rose —
What I sing of, he suffers—what is joy to me, to him is pain.
我歌唱的,他正在承受;于我是欢乐的,于他却是痛苦。