No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee, Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge; But the white foam of waves shall thy winding sheet be, And winds in the midnight of winter thy dirge.
没有荒冢,为你掬起回忆,没有救赎,来自涛声奏响,浪花奔涌,裹起青春殓衣,寒冬夜半,铺开生命悲怆。