Life's Brief Candle

如果有一天我死了，
会不会有人流泪？
会不会有人难过？
会不会有人想我？
会不会有人纪念我？
会不会有人暗地里开心？
会不会有人趁机说我坏话？

LIFE'S BRIEF CANDLE

  

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

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, out brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadows, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more; it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

 William Shakespeare