The Sorrows of Young Werther｜少年维特之烦恼
原著作者｜歌德 It is a pain you and I know well You know you should not miss him But you cannot take your eyes off him You know this love has no end Yet you stand still refusing to move It is not that you do not understand You just cannot accept the cruel truth that he does not belong to you Maybe you are not Werther But late at night you have been him That was the age of twenty-five in Goethe's pen A young man in a blue coat and yellow vest His name was Werther He was tired of city lies and masks He fled to the country to find a pure life He sat on the grass watching the sunrise Watching how…
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