请原谅，标题变得越来越粗俗了。我，我是一个软弱的人，没有力量留住所有的美好幻境。
es tut so weh, es tut so weh…
早晨，穿过空荡荡的街道，走在回家的路上，我听到有声音在耳边轻轻地念：
Away! away! for I will fly to thee
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards
But on the viewless wings of Poesy
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays
But here there is no light
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways
柏林的天空多么灰啊，风多么冷。
es tut so weh, es tut so weh….
