莎士比亚

She should have died hereafter:

There would have been a time for such a word.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time:

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle.

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

这本是难免之事，或迟或早，
总会有人对她把这崩字儿叫。
明朝，明朝，又一个明朝，
一天天，碎步前进，迢迢，
直奔向人世末路、最后呼召。
“昨日”无穷，尽为愚人长举照，
照见黄泉路，尘沙渺渺。
灭吧，灭吧，这短暂烛火飘摇！
生命不过是能动的影子，
是可怜的演员，在舞台上蹦跳，
转瞬便迹敛声销；是白痴的故事，
意味寥寥，只充满愤怒与喧嚣。