//Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!//
我住在這城堡已有五年，這天我目送黃昏在城堡上慢慢消散，天暗下來，我拿著未飲完的啤酒離開。
