扑拉打,先爆光故事里歪歪给扑拉打的英文POEM
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight, I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My lovely girl is you,
My lovely girl is cold,
No likely end could bring her loss
Or leave her happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor my girl, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.