I’ve faced the fathoms in your deep Withstood the suitors quiet siege Pulled down the heavens just to please you Appease you The wind blows and I know I can’t go on, digging roses from you grave To linger on, beyond the beyond Where the willows weep And whirlpools sleep, you’ll find me The coarse tide reflects sky And the night mare r编辑于2008/05/24更新