The candles burn their sockets, The blinds let through the day, The young man feels his pockets And wonders what's to pay.

The candles burn their sockets, The blinds let through the day, The young man feels his pockets And wonders what's to pay.

蜡烛点燃了插座，百叶窗打开了，年轻人摸了摸自己的口袋，不知道该付多少钱。

-- Alfred Edward Housman 豪斯曼