In this decayed hole among the mountains In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves.

In this decayed hole among the mountains In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves.

在朦胧的月光下，在这山间的破洞里，草在翻倒的坟上唱着歌。

-- T. S. Eliot T.S.艾略特