黑夜

累了就看一集Sing China, 为的是歇脑子，连看看人情世相。
夜里失眠，辗转反侧想听点儿什么，不听Sing China, 听一首罗姨。听着听着就落下泪来。
“我说约翰，把蜡点上罢！白日这就过去，黑夜可长着呢——”
beneath the jasmine flowers,
amidst these cypress trees,
I give you now my books,
and all their mysteries.
now take the hourglass,
and turn it on its head,
for when the sands are still,
just then you’ll find me dead.