让我们彼此真诚相爱，这世界太多梦幻

曲名：Forward Thinking (ft. Claudia White)

歌手：Marcus Warner

所属专辑：Liberation

发行年代：2014

风格：气势

介绍：Marcus Warner 是一位青年作曲家，配器大师和制作人，出生于1996年，居住在英格兰威尔特郡。他从事音乐创作距今已经12年，他通过原声和电子音乐的各种流派风格和写作部分，从当代的钢琴独奏到完整的管弦乐交响

乐。他描述他的目标是成为“制作史诗和令人振奋的音乐，唤起内心”，并树立自己在做的卓越品质，超越其本身的每个版本。

今夜大海宁静，

潮水正满，月色皎洁。

多佛海岸，灯光闪烁夜色中。

英伦绝壁矗立，

横卧港湾，宁静里。

走到窗前，

夜色如此甘甜！

波涛起，月接岸。

听，怒吼声，

碎石迭起，浪拍岸。

潮落潮起，潮起潮落

大海的节奏，渐渐舒缓，

奏出永恒的伤感。

埃及的涛声，

流入古人的耳畔，

索福克勒斯追忆着，

历史的画面——

人类的磨难，

起伏，循环。

同样的涛声，

也给我们启示，

在这遥远的北海边。

信仰之海，

曾满流全地，如银带缠绕。

今日只闻悠长的哀鸣。

夜风里，

层层海浪，

从岸边退离。

让我们彼此真诚相爱，

这世界太多梦幻——

无常，魅力，新奇，

却找不到喜乐、爱情、亮光，

没有确据，没有和平，

没有手替我疗伤。

挣扎和退却

席卷

萤火闪烁的平原，

无知的军兵

夜战依然。

原文：Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm to-night,

The tide is full, the moon lies fair

Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light

Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,

Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!

Only, from the long line of spray

Where the sea meets the moon-blanch’d land,

Listen! you hear the grating roar

Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,

At their return, up the high strand,

Begin, and cease, and then again begin,

With tremulous cadence slow, and bring

The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago

Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought

Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow

Of human misery; we

Find also in the sound a thought,

Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The sea of faith

Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore

Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl’d.

But now I only hear

Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,

Retreating, to the breath

Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear

And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.