作词 : Wiggin el loco
作曲 : Wiggin el loco
编曲 : Wiggin el loco
节选自 Silentium Amoris -Oscar•Wilde
As oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.