If music be the food of love, play on

睡前就沉醉在抖森的声音之中了。

五行缺爱的我前所未有的觉得humble。一种强烈的思念roaming 但是我不知道思念谁。好像强烈的想见谁但是其实自己没有想见的人。就像是痒痒但是挠不到地方的着急的感觉。难道是脑残粉的副作用么？？


If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.