Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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死神将临，何必拘礼道夜安
日落之后，迟暮之年且涅槃
浴火之中，怒吼咆哮拒始干
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怪力乱神，圣人智者皆明鉴
礼乐升平，但惜孔孟不疯癫
死神将临，何必拘礼道夜安
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颐享天年，善人升天泣感怜
积德一生，仅得天堂倚碧渊
不若怒吼，咆哮拒抽生死签
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日挂中天，狂人射之歌渐欢
直至月升，方晓逝者如斯夫
死神将临，何必拘礼道夜安
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牛头马面，见惯生死一瞬间
盲人开眼，星般闪亮带欢颜
何惧召唤，怒吼咆哮奈河边
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唤声吾父，在那哀伤的高坛
为您祈愿，放纵情绪的制钳
死神将临，何必拘礼道夜安
咆哮怒吼，至无畏的泪流干