up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow, For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight; ソネットの例(“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought” by William ShakeSpare ) Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.
up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow, For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight; Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end. ソネットの例(“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought” by William ShakeSpare ) (オウト) (ソウト) (パスト) (ウェースト) (フロウ) (ウ) (ナイト) (サイト) (ォア) (ビフォア) (モーン) (フォーゴーン) (フレンド) (エンド)
awe of nature's fading hue. The passing time, like water, gently weaves A tapestry of memories anew. In silent moments, thoughts begin to soar, Reflecting on the paths we've left behind. The future beckons from an unseen shore, While present joys enlighten heart and mind. "The Whisper of Time“ Each fleeting second holds a precious gift, A chance to love, to learn, to grow, to be. Through storms and sunshine, let our spirits lift, Embracing life in all its mystery. For in the end, it's not the years we count, But how we've lived that truly will amount.
awe of nature's fading hue. The passing time, like water, gently weaves A tapestry of memories anew. In silent moments, thoughts begin to soar, Reflecting on the paths we've left behind. The future beckons from an unseen shore, While present joys enlighten heart and mind. "The Whisper of Time“ Each fleeting second holds a precious gift, A chance to love, to learn, to grow, to be. Through storms and sunshine, let our spirits lift, Embracing life in all its mystery. For in the end, it's not the years we count, But how we've lived that truly will amount. (リーブス) (ウィーブス) (ヒュー) (アニュー) (ソア) (ショア) (ビイハインド) (マインド) (リフト) (ギフト) (ビィ) (ミステリー) (フレンド) (エンド)
awe of nature's fading hue. The passing time, like water, gently weaves A tapestry of memories anew. In silent moments, thoughts begin to soar, Reflecting on the paths we've left behind. The future beckons from an unseen shore, While present joys enlighten heart and mind. "The Whisper of Time“ Each fleeting second holds a precious gift, A chance to love, to learn, to grow, to be. Through storms and sunshine, let our spirits lift, Embracing life in all its mystery. For in the end, it's not the years we count, But how we've lived that truly will amount. (リーブス) (ウィーブス) (ヒュー) (アニュー) (ソア) (ショア) (ビイハインド) (マインド) (リフト) (ギフト) (ビィ) (ミステリー) (カウント) (アマウント)