他像疯了一样占有了她

“I have been here before. When or how, I cannot tell. I know the grass beyond the door,the keen sweet smell, the sighing sound,the lights around the shore.You have been mine before. How long ago, I may not know. But just when at that swallow saw,your neck turned so some veil did fall.I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before, and shall not thus times eddying flight still with our lives,our loves restore in death's despite and day and night yield one delight once more”