Meditate on many strange rumors that have long been forgotten.
When I began to doze off and almost fell asleep, there was a sudden knock.
It seems that someone is knocking at my door.
"Someone is coming," I whispered.
"Knock on my door-that's all."
Oh, I clearly remember it was in a bleak December.
Every dying ash forms a shadow on the floor.
I am really looking forward to the next day, because I have been in vain.
I want to use books to eliminate my sadness and lament the loss of Lenore.
Because the angel is a girl named Lenore, she is beautiful and charming.
But I will never be known here.
Every purple curtain cloth is soft, dim and fluttering.
My heart is full of unprecedented terror, and my hair is shocked.
In order to calm my heart, I stood up and talked over and over again.
"This is someone coming to knock on my door.
Late at night, someone wants to enter the house and is knocking at my door.
That's all. Nothing else. "
Soon my heart became strong, and I no longer hesitated and hesitated.
"Sir," I said, "or madam, please forgive me.
I was sleepy just now, and you knocked lightly.
You knock on the door and gently knock on my door.
I almost thought I didn't hear you "-I opened the door.
Nothing but night.
Staring at the dim night, I stood at the door in fear for a long time.
Doubt seems to have dreamed a dream that no one dared to dream before.
But there was no sign of continued silence.
"Lenore?" I mumbled the only sentence.
I said, "Lenore!" The echo gently responded to the name.
That's all. Nothing else.
I turned around and went back to my room. My whole heart was burning.
Soon I heard a knock at the door again, more obvious than before.
"Of course," I said, "there must be something in my window lattice.
Let me see what I can find out.
Let my heart calm down for a while and discover the secret.
That's just the wind, nothing else! "
I suddenly opened the window and my heart was pounding.
A robust crow from the sacred past slowly came into my room.
It didn't say hello to me, and there was no stop for a minute.
As a gentleman and a lady perched in front of my door.
Perched on the bust of pallas above my door.
Just sitting there.
So this blackbird turned my sad illusion into a smile.
With its mature, serious and gentle face.
"Although the crested hair has been cut off," I said, "of course you are not a coward.
You ghostly and terrible old crow wandering on the other side of the night.
Please tell me your name is in the dark underworld. "
The crow replied, "Never come back."
Hearing such a straightforward answer, the ugly crow was shocked.
Although its answer is irrelevant, it has little to do with the question.
Because we have to admit that there has never been a living world.
I was very lucky to see a bird perched in front of his door.
The bird or beast perched on the bust above his door.
There is such a name as "never look back"
But the crow who lives alone in the solemn bust only said one thing
This sentence seems to pour out the soul with that one word.
Then it didn't say anything and didn't flap its feathers.
Until I almost fed myself, "other friends have long since dissipated."
It will leave me tomorrow morning, as if my hope had disappeared. "
Then the bird said, "Never come back."
Surprised that the silence was broken by such an appropriate answer.
"Of course," I said, "this sentence is its only capital.
I didn't learn a series of merciless flying disasters from its unfortunate owner.
It followed until the word appeared in its owner's song.
Until this sad word appeared in his elegy of hope.
Never come back, never come back. "
But the crow still turned my sad illusion into a smile.
I immediately dragged a soft chair to the bird under the statue by the door.
Then I sat on the velvet cushion and began to think seriously.
Imagination is connected with imagination to guess what this ominous ancient bird said.
Why does this ferocious ugly and ominous ancient bird say this?
Why is "gone forever" so noisy?
I sat speculating, but I didn't say a word to the bird.
At this time, its bright eyes have burned into my heart.
I still sat there guessing, comfortably leaning against my head.
Lean back comfortably on the velvet cushion and stare at the light.
But the purple velvet lining was gazed at affectionately by the light.
She'll take it out and never give it back!
Then I felt that the air became dense and was scented by an invisible incense burner.
Seraphim's footsteps with a censer made clusters of sounds on the floor.
"Poor man," I cried, "God sent an angel to bring you medicine.
This medicine will make you stop thinking about your lost Lenore.
Drink, drink, forget the lost Lenore! "
The crow said, "Never come back."
"Prophet!" I said, "bad omen! Prophet, bird or demon!
Did the devil send you here or did the storm throw you on this shore?
Lonely but not discouraged, in this sneaky wasteland
Tell me the truth in this haunted house, please have pity on me.
Does Gilead have perfume? Tell me, please tell me! "
The crow said, "Never come back."
"Prophet!" I said, "bad omen! Prophet, bird or devil
Swear by the heaven above us, swear by the God we worship together.
Tell this sad soul if it can be in a faraway fairyland.
Hug the girl called Lenore by the angel. She is spotless.
Hug the girl called Lenore by the angel. She is beautiful and charming. "
The crow said, "Never come back."
"Let this be our farewell, bird or devil!" I suddenly cried.
"Go back to your storm! Go back to your dark underworld!
Don't leave black feathers as a symbol of your soul lies!
Leave me completely lonely! Get off the statue on my door!
Get your mouth out of my heart and your face out of my door! "
The crow said, "Never come back."
The crow didn't fly. It's alive. It's alive.
On the pale bust of pallas above the door.
Its eyes are exactly the same as those of the dreaming devil.
The light that shines on it casts its shadow on the floor.
My soul will float on the floor from the darkness.
The promotion is gone forever! One gloomy midnight, when I was tired and bored,
Facing a pile of rare ancient books, I want to uncover the mystery of loss.
When I dozed off and almost fell asleep, I suddenly heard the sound of pecking.
It seems that someone is knocking at my door.
"Who is knocking at the door?" I murmured, "There must be guests, one by one.
Nothing else, too lazy to guess. "
Ah, I clearly remember that the weather in1February was very cold.
The ghost cast by the embers shook on the ground.
I am anxiously looking forward to the morning, and I am looking for chapters in vain.
I want to borrow the prescription in the book to stop the sadness of losing Lenore.
What a beautiful and lovely angel, a girl named Lenore,
This name has never existed in the world.
Every purple silk curtain rustles with sadness,
Let the absurd horror I have never experienced befall me;
At the moment in order to stop the heartbeat, I stood up and said:
"This is someone knocking at my door and asking to come in.
This is a midnight guest who knocked on my door and asked to come in.
Nothing else, too lazy to guess. "
In a flash, I summoned up my courage and stopped hesitating.
"I sincerely ask your forgiveness," I said. "Sir or madam,
Actually, I'm sleepy. You knocked too lightly.
Knocking on my door so vaguely,
I don't know if I really heard it. "Then I open the door,-
Nothing, it's a haze.
I looked into the darkness, and I stood there, unbelievable and panicked.
Strange dreams that mortals dare not dream appear in front of me,
But there was silence around, and there was no sign in the darkness.
Just whisper "Lenore!" The sound lingers in the dark,
This is my deep voice "Lenore!" The echo came back,
Nothing but that.
At this time, I opened the blinds, so I shook my wings.
Step into the serious crow-he belongs to the sacred ancient times;
He has no manners. He never stops or hesitates.
But he put on an aristocratic air and ran to the top of my house to stay.
Stay on the statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, at the top of my door,
Stay there and don't come down.
This big ebony bird is a solemn musical instrument.
His seriousness and elegance dispelled my worries and made me laugh;
"Even if you pull out all your hair," I said, "you have a lot of courage.
You gloomy old crow, from the other side of the night,
May I ask your name, on the shore of hades at night! "
The crow said, "Never again."
I am very surprised that this ugly big bird can understand words.
Although his answer is beside the point, the meaning is not clear. )
Because we must admit that all the people in the world
No one has the privilege to see big birds staying on his door, one after another.
Fortunately, I saw a bird or a wild animal sitting on the statue at the top of his door.
It's called "Never again".
But the crow perched on the statue only said this sentence,
It seems that his whole soul is spit out in this sentence.
Then he said nothing, not a feather quivered, one by one.
Until I muttered, "all the other friends have left,
Just as I hope to fly away, he will leave in the morning. "
The crow said, "Never again."
This answer is so ingenious that I can't help but be surprised.
"There is no doubt," I said, "this sentence is all his eloquence.
From some unfortunate master-disaster has no mercy on him,
Keep up step by step until his songs are overloaded.
Until all his songs of hope bear the same burden,
This overload is called "never happening again". "
But crows still make me happy, make me happy,
I just pushed the cushioned seat to Big Bird;
Sitting on velvet, connecting various fantasies into clues.
I began to ponder, guessing the meaning of ominous ancient birds one by one.
Guess this weird, scary, ugly and ominous ancient bird,
Why did he say "never again"?
I guessed and absorbed, but I didn't say a word to Big Bird.
At this moment, his fiery eyes have burned through my heart.
I guessed a lot intuitively, and when my head leaned gently,
In the light of gloating,
But the owner of the cushion, this lavender velvet cushion
She doesn't depend on it anymore, not anymore!
I think the air becomes dense, and the invisible incense burner emits fragrance.
It was the angel shaking the incense burner, tinkling faintly.
"Poor thing!" I shouted, "God sent an angel to me.
Rest-rest and worry-forget the medicine, let me forget Lenore!
Let me drink the medicine to forget my troubles and forget the lost Lenore! "
The crow said, "Never again."
"Prophet!" I said, "A prophet! Although you are a bird or a demon,
Whether the tempter sent you here or the storm threw you down-
Bold and lonely, I came to this barren land fascinated by magic.
Come to this terrible hut, please confess to me:
Does Gilead have any analgesic cream? Please confess to me! "
The crow said, "Never again."
"Prophet!" I said, "A prophet! Although you are a bird or a demon,
By God, by God,
Please tell my sad soul: in the distant Yidu Garden,
Can I hold Lenore, the girl who ascended to heaven, in my arms? one by one
How beautiful and lovely the angel of that girl named Lenore is! "
The crow said, "Never again."
"Say goodbye with this sentence, the devil is still a bird!" I jumped up and screamed:
"Back to your stormy night, back to the shore of your hell!
Don't even leave a Kuroha, let me forget your lies!
Don't disturb my loneliness! Stay away from my statue!
Stop pecking at my heart and put the statue on my door! "
The crow said, "Never again."
The crow still perched on the door, on the pale statue of Athena,
Sitting still, not flying, it seems that I never want to leave;
His eyes fell into a dream like a demon.
The chandelier reflected his projection on the ground and swayed gently.
My soul is shrouded in this shadow and can't get up anymore.
Want to get rid of it? -Never again!