作词 : Manuel Sene/Carol Herse
作曲 : Manuel Sene/Carol Herse
Tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have
Lighted fools
The way to dusty death
Out brief candle
Life's but a walking shadow
Tomorrow
And tomorrow
A poor player that struts
And frets his hour upon the stage
Tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Tomorrow
And tomorrow
And then is heard
It's a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
There would have been a time for such a word
Tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have
Lighted fools
Tomorrow
And tomorrow
(And tomorrow)
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
(Tomorrow)