Fallen Majesty
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失落的王权
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| Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face, |
她的出现，总会立时聚来人潮， |
| And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone, |
吸引所有人的眼睛，却唯有这只手啊 |
| Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place |
如浪人营地里的前朝遗老， |
| Babbling of fallen majesty, records what is gone. |
喋喋于失落的王权，记载历史。 |
| The lineaments, a heart that laughter has made sweet, |
那丽影，那颗被笑颜蜜住的心 |
| These, these remain, but I record what's gone. A crowd |
仍在，但我只是记载历史。 |
| Will gather, and not know it walks the very street |
仍有人潮涌动，可谁知道，他们踏过的 |
| Whereon a thing once walked that seemed a burning cloud. |
这条街道，她曾走过，如一朵燃烧的云。 |
