Bat's poem

Melancholy-Baudelaire

When the deep sky is like a lid

On the heart that has been groaning for a long time,

As it encircles the entire horizon,

Pour down dark sunlight that is more terrible than night;

When the earth becomes a damp prison,

Hope is like a bat,

Beating the prison wall with its timid wings,

Hit the rotten ceiling;

When the sky is raining endlessly,

Like a prison fence,

A group of silent and annoying spiders,

Come to the depths of our minds and weave a web.

Suddenly, those big clocks became violent.

Make a terrible roar to the sky,

Like those ghosts who have nowhere to go,

Began to wail stubbornly and stubbornly.

-Long hearse, no drums,

Walk slowly in the depths of the soul;

"hope"

Crying when you fail, a cruel tyrant,

Put a black flag on my drooping head.