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Angel's Lullaby Richard Marx I was never alive Till the day I was blessed with you When I hold you late at night I know what I was put here to do I turn off the world And listen to you sigh And I will sing my Angel's Lullaby Know I'm forever near The one you can always call Right now all you know to fear Are the shadows on your wall I'm here close enough To kiss the tears you cry I will sing my Angel's Lullaby So tell me how to stop the years from racing Is there a secret someone knows I'll never catch all the memories I'm chasing I'll never be ready to let go And when the world seems cold And you feel that all of your strength is gone There may be one tiny voice Your reason to carry on And when I'm not close enough To kiss the tears you cry You will sing your Angel's Lullaby Let this be our Angel's Lullaby Edit by:Amin

中文翻译。歌曲名天使的催眠曲歌手理查马克思在你出现之前我从未真正的活着上天保佑我从未是活直到我保佑与您的天当我拿着您晚在我知道的晚上什么我被投入这里做I 关闭世界并且听您sigh 和我将唱我的天使的催眠曲知道我永远是在那个附近您能现在总叫所有您知道恐惧是阴影在您的墙壁上我在这里足够接近的亲吻泪花您哭泣我将唱我的天使的催眠曲如此告诉我怎么停止岁月从赛跑是那里秘密某人知道我从未将捉住我是追逐我从未准备好放弃的所有记忆并且当世界似乎寒冷和您认为，所有您的力量去那里也许是一微小的声音您的原因继续并且当我不是足够接近亲吻泪花您哭泣您将唱您的天使的催眠曲让这是我们的天使的催眠曲编辑by：Amin

Dusk Looking into the sunset I can't help but notice that despite her beauty, a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky . Deep inside you realize that this day is gone, and everything that It had brought is lost forever. Every thought,every action,every dream,every hope, every sight,every sound is gone. There is no chance of every being returned the same, exactly the same. For every moment has a limit to what it can capture, Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve. And the colours in the sky try to entertain us. one last act with painted smiles, for they too know that nothing can be done to save the day. So futile their attempt to comfort our fear of the night. our horror as we try to find our way, like children who wander into a forest and never return. I am ingratiated by the sunset because of her sensitivity as she tries to push the darkness back for just a moment more. But like so many times before....to no avail!

黄昏 凝望夕阳，我无法抑止地看到，无论她是如何的美丽动人，挣扎和绝望依然萦绕天幕，内心深处，你明白今日已逝，它所带来的一切也永远消失了，每一脉思想，每一次行动，每一个梦想，每一线希望每一幅景象，每一缕声音，都消逝而去，一切都不可能还复如初，和原来一模一样，只因每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的，甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的而天空中的绮丽色彩努力让我们快乐起来，最后上演的是五彩缤纷的微笑，因为它们也知晓，做什么都无法留住时日，它们想安慰我们对夜的恐惧，而又如此徒劳无益，虽然恐惧，我们依然寻找出路，宛若在林中的孩心，彷徨不知归路，我满心欢喜，只因夕阳的敏感，她竭力将黑暗推回，仅仅为了再多驻留一刻，可却犹如以往，一切都无济于事。。。。

My pastis forever gone, my future an uncertainty, so I will be happy andthankful for each moment.

过去已经永远过去，未来还不确定，所以我要带着感恩和快乐的心态去度过现在的每一分钟。

My pastis forever gone my future an uncertainty so I will be happy andthankful for each moment.

过去已经永远过去，未来还不确定，所以我要带着感嗯和快乐的心态去度过现在的每一分钟。

We have no common name for a mime of Sophron or Xenarchus and a Socratic Conversation; and we should still be without one even if the imitation in the two instances were in trimeters or elegiacs or some other kind of verse--though it is the way with people to tack on 'poet' to the name of a metre, and talk of elegiac-poets and epic-poets, thinking that they call them poets not by reason of the imitative nature of their work, but indiscriminately by reason of the metre they write in.

索夫农 、森那库斯和苏格拉底式的对话采用的模仿没有一个公共的名称；三音步诗、挽歌体或其他类型的诗的模仿也没有——人们把&诗人&这一名词和格律名称结合到一起，称之为挽歌体诗人或者史诗诗人，他们被称为诗人，似乎只是因为遵守格律写作，而非他们作品的模仿本质。

The relationship between communicative competence and grammar teaching should be that of the ends and the means.

交际能力和语法的关系应该是目标与途径的关系。