Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth. And delves the parallels in beauty’s b row. Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth. And nothing stands but for his scythe t o mow. 时间会刺破青春的华丽精致。 会把平 行线刻上美人的额角。 会吃掉稀世珍宝，天生丽质。 什么都逃不过他横扫的镰刀。