[00:00.00] 作词 : William Shakespeare[00:01.00] 作曲 : 王客观[00:04.76]From fairest creatures we desire increase,[00:08.77]That thereby beauty's rose might never die,[00:12.51]But as the riper should by time decease,[00:16.59]His tender heir might bear his memory:[00:20.63]But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,[00:24.82]Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,[00:30.77]Making a famine where abundance lies,[00:34.81]Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.[00:40.37][02:31.75]Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament[02:37.36]And only herald to the gaudy spring,[02:42.55]Within thine own bud buriest thy content[02:48.46]And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.[02:54.63]Pity the world, or else this glutton be,[03:00.06]To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.[03:07.75]