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Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright 

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

善良之人 当最后一浪过去

哭喊其微小之行本可在绿湾舞蹈生辉

他们怒斥 怒斥那光的消逝

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

疯狂之人 曾抓住飞行的太阳 为其歌唱

但为时已晚 只能为太阳的离去哀悼

但他们 不温顺地走入那良夜