斜塔
(贝尔塔·伯利雅尔)
Magic, Arms
And History
“我用什么才能留住你?我给你瘦弱的街道、绝望的日落、荒郊的月亮。我给你一个久久望着孤月的人悲哀。”
I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs. I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.