Tom Oberland
To save shriveled old women and hungry monsters.
Tear you to pieces, in the monthly book
The soul standing next to the naked man
Will protect you, protect your sound facial features.
Will never be abandoned to protect you
With Tom, you will never get rid of yourselves.
Begging for bacon outside,
When I sing, please give alms, any food,
Eat, drink or wear;
Come on, lady or young lady, don't be afraid,
Poor Tom won't hurt you.
In thirty years of desolation
I've been crazy for twenty years,
Forty years has three fifteen years.
Be tightly imprisoned in
On the tall and majestic top floor of Bedlan,
Enjoy the soft straw mat,
Hard and cold handcuffs, sweet whips jingling,
Hunger is very good for your health.
Now I sing, give alms, any food,
Eat, drink or wear;
Come on, lady or young lady, don't be afraid,
Poor Tom won't hurt you.
I only care about Madeleine,
And a pot of stewed weeds,
God bless you with such a tall stunner,
I fell into this addiction.
I have been sleeping since I was conquered.
I didn't wake up until then,
Until that rogue boy in love
Saw me lying there and stripped me naked.
Now I sing, give alms, any food,
Eat, drink or wear;
Come on, lady or young lady, don't be afraid,
Poor Tom won't hurt you.
When I scratch my lazy pig's face,
Drink the water from my leather bottle,
Put my skin at the Oak Hotel
Pawn for a beautiful suit;
The moon is my eternal lover,
The lovely owl is my wife,
The fire dragon and the night crow play music for me.
Soothe my sadness.
When I sing, please give alms, any food,
Eat, drink or wear;
Come on, lady or young lady, don't be afraid,
Poor Tom won't hurt you.
Paralysis caught my pulse,
When I steal your pig or chicken,
Catch your pigeon, or call your cock.
To be widowed or angry.
When I am hungry, I eat, when I see it is dark.
In the cemetery of St. Paul's church with those sober souls
Rest together, but I'm not afraid at all.
But I sing, give alms, any food,
Eat, drink or wear;
Come on, lady or young lady, don't be afraid,
Poor Tom won't hurt you.
I know more than the sun god,
Because I see stars and often fight fiercely.
In the sky of injury and tears,
He fell asleep;
The moon hugs her shepherd,
The soldier who loved God and hugged her,
One turned the morning star into a turtle,
The other let the blacksmith in the sky wear a green hat.
When I sing, please give alms, any food,
Eat, drink or wear;
Come on, lady or young lady, don't be afraid,
Poor Tom won't hurt you.
Gypsies snapp and Pedro
Not Tom's companion,
I despised the prostitute and cursed the thief.
And that street thug's bluff.
Docile, white-haired, kind,
I touch them and comfort them, without exception;
But for those who dare to stop Tom the rhinoceros,
I will do what leopards dare not do.
Although I sing, please give alms, any food,
Eat, drink or wear;
Come on, lady or young lady, don't be afraid,
Poor Tom won't hurt you.
There's a crazy fantasy army,
I am its commander-in-chief,
Holding a burning spear,
A horse flies across the sky.
I ran to the wilderness and wandered around.
Knights sent by ghosts
Summon me to take part in the competition,
One hundred miles from the end of the vast world:
I don't think this is a trip.
However, I sing, please give alms, any food,
Eat, drink or wear;
Come on, lady or young lady, don't be afraid,
Poor Tom won't hurt you.
Paradise Lost
Memories in memory,
As in the past, I am staying at the post office now.
Wandering between sadness and joy,
Wandering in front of eternal memories,
Lost in vague hopes,
Glory night,
Take away the decision of life and death.
Half-lives are staggered,
Waste of time and face.
Bury,
Who sings in paradise lost,
Cruel and unchanging yesterday.
Wandering,
Where Lucifer once fell,
Who had a good time in Paradise Lost?
Heaven forbidden by God,
This is paradise lost.
Perfection and nothingness are the starting points of sadness,
The interweaving of light and darkness is the most dazzling aura.
Indulge in greed,
Nature will be erased,
God wept for it,
With the preparation of the devil,
cannot extricate oneself
Go back in time,
Time therefore stands still.
When I opened my eyes,
Fairy tales seem to be pierced by roses,
Unforgettable pain
So,
Nobody wants to hear the blood oath anymore,
Let the warmth,
It is also a false lie.
Spread,
A barren space,
There are many broken walls,
Support will be forgotten,
In the eternal paradise lost.
Port of embarkation)? port of entry
Apple trees around the house
It smells like last year.
Birds chirp and hum, and butterflies dance.
It's another spring
And you're still in that cold winter
Sow hope
Exchange poetry for food.
Warm my cousin with a crying heart.
Virginia lies on your pale chest.
Reminds people of the genius love of your life.
Go to death in fear.
She still holds the last handful of food in her hand.
Snowflakes with dry tears
A straw mat and a worn-out military uniform
How like your poor poem.
Can't resist the biting cold.
How many years have you not had gorgeous money?
There is no rich life.
You have experienced the sufferings of the world.
Support that gorgeous and bitter love
When the rainy season comes.
Flowers are blooming in front of the car in the yard.
You cook these lush and bright plants.
Go to Virginia.
This is your beautiful Annabel Lee.
allay/appease/alleviate/stay one's hunger (with sth)
The days when the four seasons are abandoned outside the years.
You can see it everywhere.
The apple tree is covered with a melancholy moon.
Every flicker is a faded old dream.
There is a vague feeling of snuggling up to the past.
Where's Vicinia?
Your beautiful Annabel Lee
Standing where the stars shed tears.
Laugh at your poems.
You mourned his grave by the sea.
Mourn for his grave by the noisy seaside.
As if lying all day long.
You love you, love your life, your bride.
Roland childe came to the dark tower.
1 I，
My first thought was that he had no truth.
The lame man with gray hair has a pair of vicious eyes.
Please remain suspicious of what his lies have created.
In my mind, putting on airs is not enough.
He hid his inner joy and revealed his frown and scars.
It seems that I am at the forefront and boarded a victim.
Two, two.
What else should he and his broken crutches decide?
What else is buried under his lies? Except for the trap,
All travelers will feel that he is well informed there.
As for asking for directions? I guess the skeletons will respond with empty ridicule.
The scaffolding that set the trap will be broken-it's just engraved on my epitaph.
Stay on the dusty avenue for anyone to entertain themselves.
Three, three.
If I had taken his advice, I would have deviated from the right path.
Into that ominous area, where everything is the same,
Cover the dark tower deeply. With that acquiescence of my heart,
I turned to the road he pointed out, but I clearly knew that it was neither pride nor pride.
I don't want to rekindle the will of the expedition in the end.
But the ending may bring endless happiness.
Four, four.
So, what should I take to travel around the world?
Support what I am looking for-even year after year, it is my hope.
Being a mirage, it is difficult to cope with future dangers.
The arrival of success is often accompanied by noisy joy.
Now it's hard for me to try to reprimand Spring Day.
I am determined to find the footprints of losers within its scope.
5 V。
When death approaches a weak person.
He looks really lifeless, but he feels the beginning and the end.
Tears, harvest, and farewell to every close friend.
I took a deep breath when I heard that they were ordered to leave one by one.
Consciousness floats more loosely ("until it's all over," he murmured,
No one's wailing can save the violent fall in that storm; ")
Six. Six.
When people talk in front of graves.
Leave enough room for this, one day.
The horse was buried and transported to an unknown place.
Please pay attention to the national flag, scarf and walking stick.
Until the man heard everything, I pleaded
He may not be ashamed of such tender love-he is determined to stay.
7 VII。
At this point, I have endured for a long time to find the dark tower.
So many times, I listened to the warning of others' failure, and that set of words has become a writ.
So a lot of times, sitting between "that group of people"-that is,
The knights who searched for the dark tower failed.
Their path-like their catastrophic failure-seems to be the best.
The question now is-will I be suitable for this career?
Eight, eight.
After a desperate silence, I turned him down.
That disgusting cripple, I walked out of the road he preached.
Walk into the road he pointed out. All day.
At best, this road is a plain road, but it is bleak.
Settle down at its end, revealing its mottled and heartless nature.
Bloody eyes scanned the wasteland, looking for lost travelers.
9 IX。
Because of the mark! In an instant, I understood.
You must swear to conquer the wasteland, just after taking a step or two.
Then, stop, look at the road and throw one last look.
The road to safety is over, and there are gray wasteland everywhere.
There is nothing in the field of vision but gray.
I may have to move on, or I will stay here.
10 X。
So, on the way, I don't think I've ever seen it.
Such a bleak and desolate scene; Only wither:
This flower-as expected, like Lohan Berlin!
Weeds and Euphorbia comply with their own growth laws.
Reproduce without fear.
You will think that a thorn fruit is a treasure here.
1 1 XI。
Don't! This is barren, decadent, crooked,
This strange type seems to be the fate of this land. "Wait and see,
Or close your eyes, "shouted around impatiently.
"There is no way to find it: there is nothing I can do about my present situation."
"Only the fire of destruction can change the face of this place."
"The ghost imprisoned here was not released until the clods were calcined into lime."
12 twelve.
If a rough thistle stem grows—
Cover up its kin and the tip will be cut off; Even if it is tilted.
Will be envied by the same people. What caused this hole and crack?
On the rough square leaves of wild plants, the rampage seems to come to an abrupt end.
As for those lush hopes? Crushed in the inevitable distance of animals.
The animal's intention is only to leave home and find another life.
13 XIII.
As for the grass, it grows as loose as hair.
The thin and dry leaves plunged into the rotten soil.
Beneath them, it seems to be mixed with blood.
A stiff blind horse, skinny.
Stood numb, but it came here:
But to drive out the evil stallion!
14 fourteen.
Is it alive? As far as I know, it will die of any cause,
Look at that wrinkled and swollen neck,
And closed eyes under strange manes;
Not many creatures can stand such deformity and such misfortune.
I have never hated an animal so much;
It must have suffered from evil.
15 XV。
I closed my eyes and tried to banish the scene from my mind.
Like a drinker who wants to drink before a fight.
I turned to the past, the happy time.
Before I want to play my part
Think before attacking-the skill of soldiers;
Tasting the past can stabilize everything.
16 XVI.
Not this! I think of Cuthbert's red face.
-Under the curly blonde hair,
Dear companion, I can almost feel his hug until today.
He is like my armrest, ready for my long journey.
The way he behaves. Alas, it can keep people awake at night!
Get out of my new bonfire and stay there and let it go out.
17 XVII。
Then Gerald appeared, the glorious soul-he stood there.
As honest as when he first decorated it ten years ago.
An upright man should be fearless (as he once said), and he has practiced it.
Good-but when the scene changes-shh! He was handed over to the executioner.
What tied a piece of parchment to his chest? His own belt
Read it. Poor traitor, spit on and curse!
Take a look. Poor traitor, spit out the stars together and curse together!
18 eighteen.
The present scene is better than the past;
So come back to my gloomy road!
I can't see any sound or sight.
Will the night send an owl or bat to accompany me?
I pleaded: when creatures appear in this desolate Ye Ping,
Please come and stop my thinking and let me join them.
19 XIX。
Suddenly a stream crossed my path.
Like the same snake escaping from the bushes.
There is no slow wave current corresponding to anxiety.
Watching the foam flow dully. Maybe something is taking a bath here.
For example, the devil's red-hot giant hoof-staring at the anger.
Anger comes from a black whirlpool with sparks and bubbles.
20 XX。
So stingy and so bitter! From beginning to end,
The small alder bush seems to kneel in front of the river;
Lush willows rushed at them.
The self-destructive population is on the road of no return;
The river has never brought them any benefits,
The smelly water rolled in, but it didn't scare them at all.
2 1 XXI。
When I wade in the water, kind saints, please teach me how to be careful.
Keep my feet away from the dead body's cheek.
Every step I take is like poking with a spear, trying to move forward.
Because of those holes, they are entangled in the hair or beard of the corpse!
Oh, what did I step on? That may be a muskrat,
But, yo! Sounds like a baby screaming.
22, 22.
How happy I was when I reached the other shore.
At the moment, I see a good village. Empty trillion cruising!
Who are those soldiers, who are they declaring war on,
Whose trampling is so cruel that it is accompanied by wet footsteps?
It's dirty in the sewage pool? The poison pool in which toads live.
Otherwise, wild cats will be locked in red-hot iron cages-23 XXIII.
The battle seems to have happened in that terrible circular valley.
There are such vast plains to choose from, but what keeps them there?
There were no footprints on the way to that terrible secret place,
There are no footprints here. Psychedelic alcohol began to take effect.
There is no doubt that their hearts are like Turks who have been taken to cook.
Digging a hole to kill time is like Christians expelling Jews.
24 XXIV
Not only that-there is also a Fran-why, there!
What's that engine for, that wheel,
Maybe it's stopped, maybe there are no wheels at all-that rake is suitable for crawling around.
The human body is exposed like satin? They all look like this.
The tool for burning hell is unheard of on the ground.
Maybe it was used to sharpen rusty Kouga.
25 XXV。
Then approached the ruins, once a piece of wood,
Adjacent to a swamp, it used to look like a log, but now it's just dirt.
Accompanied by despair and exhaustion; Have fun like a fool,
Make something and destroy it until he is in a mood.
Change, and he will leave! ) on the cross—
Only mud, clay, gravel, sand and bare and gloomy lack.
26 XXVI。
Now the blisters are getting thicker, brighter and more terrible.
Now those small and barren lands
It seems to have turned into moss or boils.
Look at that trembling oak tree with a crack on it.
Like a crooked mouth that opens from the lips.
Open in front of death, but die at the moment of trying to close.
Twenty-seven
The journey from the finish line never seems to decrease!
Looking around, there is nothing but the night.
Point my footprint further! I was thinking,
The giant blackbird is Abram's confidant,
It flew by without moving its wide wings.
My hat was blown away by it-I found the guide by accident.
Twenty-eight
Then, look up and pay attention to my casual growth.
"Malicious dusk, gradually replaced by confession.
Surrounded by mountains-decorated with such a name
There are only ugly highlands, and the accumulation on them is gone now.
They surprised me-you stole it!
How to get them back is probably in the foreseeable future.
29 XXIX。
Halfway through, I seem to have identified some tricks.
They will endanger me, who knows when-
Maybe in a nightmare. End here, and then,
This way. When the real rift valley appeared in front of us
It was hopelessly wide, and once, there was a click.
Like a harvest trap-you are in a cave!
30 XXX。
I suddenly became anxious,
This is the place! There are two mountains on the right.
The mountains lean like two horns fighting;
When you turn left, a towering peak of victory ... fool,
Old fool, just taking a nap at the moment,
I have trained my eyesight all my life!
3 1 XXXI。
Besides the tower itself, what else is in the middle?
The round and thick tower is as blind as a fool's heart.
This tower is made of brown stone, and there is no separate watchtower.
This tower is under the whole world. As if the storm were laughing at the dwarfs.
At this point, it is like pointing out the invisible shelf to the captain.
Only when the board is put into use will he accidentally think of it.
32 XXXII。
Can't see? Maybe at night? -Why, today?
Come back and get it! Before it leaves,
The gloomy dusk was projected through the rift valley.
That mountain, like a huge hunting, is at a loss.
Hands up, it looks like this game is in trouble-
"Kill the beast quickly-a heavy blow!"
33 XXXIII
Can't you hear me? When noise is everywhere! It rings slowly and repeatedly.
It's like the death knell is getting louder and louder. Hear the name in my ear
Those lost adventurers, my companions,-
One of them is very loud and clear,
The other is so happy, however, they are all sounds of the past.
Confused, confused! For a time, it mourned the suffering for many years.
34 XXXIV。
They used to stand there, lining up and gathering along the mountains.
Come and see my last one, a real person.
For another sight! In the flame
I've met them, and I know all of them. but
I boldly put a metal horn on my lips,
Blow. "Master Roland is under the dark tower."
live forever
By who? Delinlos
Who led you here?
It's empsa, half bird.
Or the nightmare Li Puzhen-soo?
Love is colder than death.
Humans have not been deceived by you.
It's just that they are willing
They need your charming smile.
So you did it.
Break one's creed
A man spurned by God.
People who are feared by human beings.
The perfect body stretches gracefully in the long river of time.
The denied future will not be real.
Violate taboos in exchange for eternal life
Never forget.
One hundred years ago, the dawn of the British Isles.
Boring freedom
Only the lonely sky
suddenly realize
Life and death is a gorgeous gesture.
Death is always behind everyone.
But life is always in your hands.
Shocking the world is not as clean as a grave.
False dogma can't hold your white face.
Watch with this
Looking back, it's blurred.
Eyes, tears after a long separation.
I-I didn't leave.
So don't hate it.
You still have love ...
The moonlight reflected the skull.
Disappeared
The heart is still cracked.
Or unintentionally.
What you can't touch is illusion.
There is nothing better than a moonlit night.
Looking like a mirror breaks my heart.
Forget it. The fence is too quiet. Let's sing.
Tears have dried up, longing for the loneliness of blood
Death makes the breath of angel's soft feathers fly.
In the dark street where the sun never sets, everyone works in obscurity and miraculously.
In the room surrounded by metal walls, I slept like a dead man until dawn.
We can't see your figure, so we can't see the God who created us.
Even so, I still want to touch you, and I want to grasp the only love that protects us with this hand.
Sir Patrick Spencer.
Dunflynn had a king,
Drinking wine as red as blood;
"Oh, where can I find a good sailor,
Sail my good boat? "
Sit on the king's right foot.
An old knight got up and said:
"Sir Patrick Spencer.
Is the top captain at sea. "
The king wrote an official letter,
And personally signed it;
Sent it to Sir Patrick Spencer,
He is walking on the beach.
Sir Patrick read the first line,
He smiled;
Sir Patrick read the second line,
Tears blurred my eyes.
"Oh, who did this?
Did this evil thing to me;
At this time of year,
Want me to go to sea. "
"Come on, come on, my guys,
Our good ship sails tomorrow morning. "
"No, oh no, my dear captain,
I'm afraid there will be a deadly storm. "
"Yesterday, last night I saw the new moon.
Still hold the old moon in your arms;
So I was afraid, I shot, my dear captain,
We will suffer. "
Ah, our Scottish nobles are blameless,
They don't want to get their cork heels wet,
But the play is far from over,
Their hats are floating on the sea.
Ah, their women may have to sit,
I shook the fan in my hand for a long time,
Waiting for Sir Patrick Spencer.
Set sail for land.
Well, their women may have to stand,
Comb your hair with a gold comb for a long time,
Waiting for their own masters,
Because they will never see them again.
Halfway to Aberdeen, halfway,
At a depth of fifty fathoms,
Lie down, kind Sir Patrick Spencer,
At his feet is his Scottish aristocrat.