令人闻风丧胆的死神此时正站在你面前,有些黑雾随着他若有若无的呼吸在衣服的接缝处吞吞吐吐。死神藏在惨白面具后的眼睛认真地看着你,低沉暗哑的声音响起:“你不错,小家伙。你很不错。”他低低地笑了一声“给你两个选择,要么成为我的人,要么……die。” Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee. 我怎么能够把你来比作夏天? 你不独比它可爱也比它温婉: 狂风把五月宠爱的嫩蕊作践, 夏天出赁的期限又未免太短: 天上的眼睛有时照得太酷烈, 它那炳耀的金颜又常遭掩蔽: 被机缘或无常的天道所摧折, 没有芳艳不终于凋残或消毁。 但是你的长夏永远不会凋落, 也不会损失你这皎洁的红芳, 或死神夸口你在他影里漂泊, 当你在不朽的诗里与时同长。 只要一天有人类,或人有眼睛, 这诗将长存,并且赐给你生命。