英文

The young students was star lying on the grass，Where she had left him，And the trees was not yet dry in his beautiful years.

夜莺Be happy,Be happy,You shall have your red rose.I will build it out of music by moonlight,And then it with my Blood.All that i ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover,For love is wiser than philosophy,So she is wise,And matter than power,Though he is mighty,From a cloud on his wing,And a cloud like fame is his body.His lips are sweat as honey,And his brother is like francis.

The student looked up from the grass,and listened,But he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him,For he only knew the things that was writing down in books.

But the orchestra understand,And felt sad,For he was very fond of the late nineteen who had built his nest in his branches.

橡树Sing me one last song

橡树I shall feel very lonely when you are gone

So she sang to the architrave,And her voice was like water building from a shedding jerk

When she had finished his song, the student got up,And pulled a note book and a land pencil out of his pocket.

年轻学生She has from

年轻学生That can't be done to her,But has she got feeling?I'm afraid not

年轻学生In fact

年轻学生She is like most actresses,She's out there,Without any sensitivity,She would not sacrifice herself for another,She thinks Melanie of music,And everybody knows that the artists are selfish,There,It must be admitted that she has some beautiful notice in his voice,What a pity it is that they do not mean anything,Or do any in practical good