Ⅰ 急，请大家帮我用英语写一个情侣分手的对话，女方闺蜜劝告情侣的情景对话，类似短剧，好的加分

Some day, anime crazy some male about out his girlfriend, decided to break up with her, talk, what,,,,,,

Male (embarrassedly) : female · · · · · · we break up.

Female (don't care) : the reason?

Male (pause) : some of your habit, I really can't accept it.

Female: such as?

Male (low voice) : you clearly won't play tennis, yet always with tennis kits, this is a shame yeah ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Female (contumely) : there are filled with sand behind the gourd you either?

Male (embarrassed smile) : haha ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I last birthday, that you have to not lighted candles to yell "fire n, baekho fireball!" You let me have no face very much."

Ⅱ 求罗密欧与朱丽叶的莎士比亚原版英语话剧剧本，要含对话的。

Juliet
With thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo
It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Juliet
Yond light is not daylight; I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet; thou need’st not to be gone.
Romeo
Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death.
I am content, so thou wilt wilt have it so.
I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,
‘Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow;
Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk; it is not day.
Romeo and Juliet, III. V. 1-25.

Ⅲ 英语翻译 100字以上

My birthday.
Yesterday was my birthday.I was very happy.I went to the park with my friends in the morning.We took some photos.We rowed boats and flew kites.In the asfternoon,we went home.We had a party together.My mum cooked for us.She cooked many delicious food.
At my party,my dad bought me a big birthday cake.I put thirteen candles on the cake.My friends sang a birthday song to me,Then I made a wish.We blew the candles.We sang and danced,We were very happy.
翻译来自自己弄吧,

Ⅳ 英语翻译

夜晚,当后院里准备打火做晚饭时,油灯和蜡烛的光影在墙壁上摇曳.

Ⅳ 小学英语歌ten little candles dance

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Ⅵ 罗密欧与朱丽叶英语剧本

很快把
Juliet
With thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Romeo
It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Juliet
Yond light is not daylight; I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet; thou need’st not to be gone.

Romeo
Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death.
I am content, so thou wilt wilt have it so.
I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,
‘Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow;
Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk; it is not day.

Romeo and Juliet, III. V. 1-25.

茱丽叶
你要离去了吗?天还未明。
那是夜莺，而非云雀，
叫穿你战战兢兢的耳穴。
夜晚她再远处的石榴树上歌唱。
相信我，亲爱的，那是夜莺。

罗密欧
那是云雀，黎明的使者；
而非夜莺。看呀，亲爱的，远处东方的天空
恶意的条纹在云彩的隙缝缀上花边。
夜晚的星星已消逝，愉悦的白昼
在迷蒙的山巅踮著脚等候。
我必须离去而生，或者停留而亡。

茱丽叶
那远处的光量并非日光；我，我知道那是什麼。
它是太阳吐露的流星
好为你今晚引路
照亮你到蒙特休来的路途。
所以在留会儿；你毋须离去。

罗密欧
让我被拘捕，让我被处死。
我无怨无尤，如果你有意如此。
我会说那远方的灰蒙不是曙光初现，
它只是月之女神蛾眉苍白的影像；
也不是云雀的歌声响彻
我们头顶上的苍穹。
我愿意停留而不愿离去。
来吧，死亡，欢迎之至！茱丽叶有意如此。
怎麼了，我的至爱?让我们谈天；那不是白昼。

罗密欧与茱丽叶，第三幕第五景，1-25行

Ⅶ 急~~~~跪求一篇圣诞节的英语剧本

《白雪公主》
旁白：Once upon a time, there was a queen. She had a pretty daughter named Snow White. Soon after the child was born, the queen died. The queen married another queen. The stepmother was very jealous. She dressed Snow White in rags and forced her to do the housework all day and all night, such as sweep and mop the floor, do some cleaning, carry water and so on.
白雪：( Sweep and mop the floor, do some cleaning, carry water and so on.)
皇后：I’m the new queen. I’m very beautiful.?you see. If anyone is more beautiful than me, I’ll kill her. I have a magic mirror. If I want to know something, It will tell me surely.
Now, mirror, mirror, come here!
魔镜：Yes, I’m coming. Your Majesty! What do you want to know?
皇后：Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
Who is the fairest of the all?
魔镜：Yes. Your Majesty!
You are the fairest of all, I think.
But there is a young lady.
She is as white as snow, as red as rose and as black as ebony.
She is much more beautiful than you.
皇后：She is much more beautiful than me?Who is she? Tell me quickly.
魔镜：Yes. Your Majesty! She is Snow White.
皇后：Snow White? No, I’m the most beautiful in the world. Oh, hunter,come here, come here!
猎人：Yes. Your Majesty! I’m here now.
皇后：Hunter! Take Snow White to the wild forest to pick some flowers.Find a lonely place and kill her.
猎人：But she is the princess. …
皇后：No, Kill her. Bring her heart to me. I don’t want to see her any longer.
猎人：Yes. Your Majesty!
皇后：Here is a box. You must put her heart in it and bring it to me.Otherwise, I will punish you.
猎人：Yes. Your Majesty!
白雪：( Pick some flowers. ) Oh! How many flowers! How beautiful!
猎人：( Draw his Knife slowly but hesitated )
Oh! My God! She is so lovely and pretty! I can’t! I can’t kill her!
白雪：( Cry exhaustedly)What are you doing? What’s the matter? Why do you kill me?
猎人：Your Majesty! I’m very sorry. Someone wants me to kill you.
白雪：But who?
猎人：The queen.
白雪：The queen! But why?
猎人：You are more beautiful than her. So she wants to kill you.
白雪：My dear hunter. Don’t kill me. I will run into the forest and never come back again.
猎人：Ok. Run away, the poor child. The wild beasts will soon eat you.
白雪：Thank you, my dear hunter.
旁白：At this time, a young bear was running by. The hunter shot it and took the heart to the queen. Snow White began to run into the wild forest until it was almost evening. She saw a little cottage.
白雪：Oh, my God! The queen can’t find me now, I think. How I am tired! How I want to have a rest! Ah, here is a cottage, there are seven small beds. They must be the beds of seven children. Here are their names: Doctor, Happy, Sneezy, Sleepy, Bashful, Grumpy, Dopey.Oh, how I want to sleep!
旁白：When it was dark, the owners of the cottage came back. They were seven dwarfs. They were digging treasure in the mountain.
老学究：I’m the Doctor. I know a lot of things.
开心果：I’m the Happy. I’m the happiest person in the world.
喷嚏精：I’m the Sneezy. If I sneeze, the earth will shake.
害羞鬼：I’m the Bashful. I’m a shy man.
老顽固：I’m the Grumpy. I’m not so easy to believe a stranger. The next one
is Dopey. He can’t talk like us.
老学究：Look, the lamp in our house is on!
开心果：Who is it?
喷嚏精：Perhaps it’s the ghost!
瞌睡虫：Let’s go into our cottage silently.
害羞鬼：Oh, someone has cleaned our house.
老顽固：Perhaps it’s the witch.
旁白：?When Dopey was holding the candle and let the light fall on little snow-white. They all cried out with astonishment.
老学究：What a lovely child!
开心果：How beautiful!
喷嚏精：Who is she?
瞌睡虫：Don’t wake her up.
害羞鬼：Why is she coming here?
老顽固：Kill her.
白雪：?( Wake up )
What a nice sleep! Oh, who are you? Oh, I know. You are Doctor, Happy, Sneezy, Sleepy, Bashful, Grumpy and Dopey.
七矮人：But why are you in our house?
白雪：The queen, my stepmother wants to kill me. So I ran to your house. Don’t drive me away. Let me stay with you.
老学究：If you take care of our house.
开心果：If you do some cooking for us.
喷嚏精：If you make the beds for us.
瞌睡虫：If you do some washing, you can stay with us.
害羞鬼：But you must be careful.
老顽固：Don’t go out. Don’t let anyone come in. Your stepmother will find you and kill you.
白雪：I know. I know. Thank you.
旁白：From then on, Snow White kept the house. When the seven dwarfs came back, she had everything prepared. On the other hand, when the wicked queen ate the heart, she took out the mirror and asked.
皇后：Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of all?
魔镜：Your Majesty! You are the fairest of all. But Snow White is still alive and well. She lives with the seven dwarfs. No one is more beautiful than she.
皇后：No! Snow White must die. I must finish her even if it costs my life.
旁白：The queen made a poisonous apple and dressed herself like an old woman. She came to the cottage .
皇后：Good things to sell. Pretty things to sell. Cheap. Very cheap.
白雪：Hi, good day, my good lady. What do you sell?
皇后：Apples. Very delicious apples! You can have a taste. This one, please!
白雪：OK! Thank you!
( Having a small piece, dead )
皇后：Now I’m the most beautiful in the world.
旁白：When the seven dwarfs came from work. They were greatly surprise to see Snow White dead
七矮人：What’s the matter?
老学究：Snow White is dead.
七矮人：Oh, my God! Who did it? It must be the wicked queen. Now let’s pick some flowers and place around her
旁白：Although Snow White had been dead a long, long time. She looked as if she was living. She looked as white as snow, as red as rose and as black as ebony. However, one day, it happened a prince came to the seven dwarfs’ house. When he saw Snow White, he fell in love with her.
王子：Please, let me have Snow White. I love her. I want her to be my wife.
七矮人：Ok! Carry Snow White with you to your palace. Be sure to be kind to her.
王子：Yes, I will.
I will love you forever, my dear! ( Kiss her.)
旁白：As soon as the prince kissed Snow White, Snow White came to her life, as was written in the magic book of the wicked queen.
白雪：Oh, my heaven! Where am I? What had happened?
王子：You are with me, my dear. I love you. I love you more than everything in the world. Please be my wife, will you?
白雪：Yes, I will, my dear!
七矮人：Oh! Congratulations! Congratulations!
旁白：The prince took Snow White to the palace. Their wedding was held with great show
白雪：Good Bye!
七矮人：Bye-bye!
May you Happy Forever!
白雪、王子：Thank you.
Good Bye.
See you later.

Ⅷ 求初二英语话剧剧本《渔夫与比目鱼》（渔夫与金鱼），要求将故事叙述完整，大约五分钟到十分钟表演完，

There was once upon a time a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a piss pot near the sea. Every day the fisherman went out fishing, and he fished a long time. Once he was sitting there fishing and looking into the clear water when his hook went to the bottom, deep down, and when he pulled it out, he had caught a large flounder. Then the flounder said to him, "I beg you to let me live. I am not an ordinary flounder, but an enchanted prince. Put me back into the water, and let me swim."

"Well," said the man, "there's no need to say more. I can certainly let a fish swim away who knows how to talk." Then he put it back into the water, and the flounder quickly disappeared to the bottom, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

The man then went home to his wife in the piss pot and told her that he had caught a flounder that had told him he was an enchanted prince, and that he had let it swim away. "Didn't you ask for anything first?" said the woman. "No," said the man. What should I have asked for?"

"Oh," said the woman. "It is terrible living in this piss pot. It is filled with stench and filth. Go back and ask for a little hut for us."

The man did not want to, but he went back to the sea, and when he arrived it was all yellow and green, and he stood next to the water and said:

Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!

Flounder, flounder, in the sea!

My wife, my wife Ilsebill,

Wants not, wants not, what I will

The flounder swam up and said, "What does she want then?"

"Oh," said the man, "I did catch you, and my wife says that I really should have asked for something. She doesn't want to live in a piss pot any longer. She would like to have a hut."

"Go home," said the flounder. "She already has it."

The man went home, and his wife was standing in the door of a hut, and she said to him, "Come in. See, now isn't this much better." And there was a parlor and a bedroom and a kitchen; and outside there was a little garden with all kinds of vegetables, and a yard with hens and cks.

"Oh," said the man. "Now we can live well."

"Yes," said the woman, "we'll give it a try."

Everything went well for a week or two, and then the woman said, "Husband. This hut is too small. The yard and the garden are too little. I want to live in a large stone castle. Go back to the flounder and tell him to get a castle for us."

"Oh, wife," said the man. The flounder has just given us the hut. I don't want to go back so soon. It may make the flounder angry."

"I know he can do it," said the woman, "and he won't mind. Just go!"

So, with a heavy heart, the man went back, and when he came to the sea, the water was quite purple and gray and dark blue, but it was still, and he stood there and said:

Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!

Flounder, flounder, in the sea!

My wife, my wife Ilsebill,

Wants not, wants not, what I will

"What does she want then?" said the flounder.

"Oh," said the man sadly, "my wife wants to live in a stone castle."

"Go home. She's already standing before the door," said the flounder.

So the man went home, and his wife was standing in front of a large palace.

"See, husband," she said. "Isn't this beautiful?" And with that they went inside together. There were many servants inside, and the walls were all white, and there were golden chairs and tables in the parlor, and outside the castle there was a garden and a forest a half mile long, and there were elk and deer and rabbits, and there were cow and horse stalls in the yard.

"Oh," said the man, "now we can stay in this beautiful castle and be satisfied."

"We'll think about it," said the woman. "Let's sleep on it." And with that they went to bed.

The next morning the woman awoke. It was daylight. She poked her husband in the side with her elbow and said, "Husband, get up. We should be king over all this land."

"Oh, wife," said the man, "why do you want to be king? I don't want to be king."

"Well, I want to be king."

"Oh, wife," said the man, "how can you be king? The flounder won't want to do that."

"Husband," said the woman, "Go there immediately. I want to be king."

So the man, saddened because his wife wanted to be king, went back. And when he arrived at the sea it was dark gray, and the water heaved up from below. He stood there and said:

Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!

Flounder, flounder, in the sea!

My wife, my wife Ilsebill,

Wants not, wants not, what I will

"What does she want then," said the flounder.

"Oh," said the man, "my wife wants to be king."

"Go home. She's already king," said the flounder.

Then the man went home, and when he arrived at the palace, there were so many soldiers, and drums, and trumpets, and his wife was sitting on a high throne of gold and diamonds, and she was wearing a large golden crown and on either side of her there stood a line of maidens-in-waiting, each one a head shorter than the other.

"Oh," said the man, "are you king now?"

"Yes," she said, "I am king."

And after he had looked at her awhile, he said, "It is nice that you are king. Now we don't have to wish for anything else."

"No, husband," she said, "I have been king too long. I can't stand it any longer. I am king, but now I would like to become emperor."

"Oh," said the man, "why do you want to become emperor?"

"Husband," she said, "go to the flounder. I want to be emperor."

"Oh, wife," said the man, "he can't make you emperor. I can't tell him to do that."

"I am king," said the woman, "and you are my husband. Now go there immediately!"

So the man went, and on his way he thought, "This is not going to end well. To ask to be emperor is shameful. The flounder is going to get tired of this." With that he arrived at the sea. The water was entirely black and dense, and a strong wind blew over him that curdled the water. He stood there and said:

Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!

Flounder, flounder, in the sea!

My wife, my wife Ilsebill,

Wants not, wants not, what I will

"What does she want then," said the flounder.

"Oh," he said, "my wife wants to become emperor."

"Go home," said the flounder. "She's already emperor."

Then the man went home, and when he arrived, his wife was sitting on a very high throne made of one piece of gold, and she was wearing a large golden crown that was two yards high, and guards were standing at her side, each one smaller than the other, beginning with the largest giant and ending with the littlest dwarf, who was no larger than my little finger. Many princes and counts were standing in front of her. The man went and stood among them and said, "Wife, are you emperor now?"

"Yes," she said, "I am emperor."

"Oh," said the man, taking a good look at her. "Wife, it's good that you are emperor."

"Husband," she said. "Why are you standing there? I'm emperor now, and I want to become pope as well."

"Oh, wife!" said the man. "Why do you want to become pope. There is only one pope in all Christendom."

"Husband," she said, "I want to become pope before the day is done."

"No, wife," he said, "the flounder cannot make you pope. It's not good."

"Husband, what nonsense! If he can make me emperor, then he can make me pope as well. Now go there immediately!"

Then the man went, and he felt sick all over, and his knees and legs were shaking, and the wind was blowing, and the water looked like it was boiling, and ships, tossing and turning on the waves, were firing their guns in distress. There was a little blue in the middle of the sky, but on all sides it had turned red, as in a terrible lightning storm. Full of despair he stood there and said:

Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!

Flounder, flounder, in the sea!

My wife, my wife Ilsebill,

Wants not, wants not, what I will

"What does she want then?" said the flounder.

"Oh," said the man, "my wife wants to become pope."

"Go home," said the flounder. "She's already pope."

Then he went home, and when he arrived there, his wife was sitting on a throne that was two miles high, and she was wearing three large crowns. She was surrounded with church-like splendor, and at her sides there were two banks of candles. The largest was as thick and as tall as the largest tower, down to the smallest kitchen candle. "Wife," said the man, giving her a good look, "are you pope now?"

"Yes," she said, "I am pope."

"Oh," said the man. "It is good that you are pope. Wife, we can be satisfied, now that you are pope. There's nothing else that you can become."

"I have to think about that," said the woman. Then they both went to bed, but she was not satisfied. Her desires would not let her sleep. She kept thinking what she wanted to become next. Then the sun came up. "Aha," she thought, as she watched the sunrise through her window. "Couldn't I cause the sun to rise?" Then she became very grim and said to her husband, "Husband, go back to the flounder. I want to become like God."

The man, who was still mostly asleep, was so startled that he fell out of bed. "Oh, wife," he said, "go on as you are and remain pope."

"No," said the woman, tearing open her bodice. "I will not be quiet. I can't stand it when I see the sun and the moon coming up, and I can't cause them to rise. I want to become like God!"

"Oh, wife," said the man. "The flounder can't do that. He can make you emperor and pope, but he can't do that."

"Husband," she said, looking very gruesome, "I want to become like God. Go to the flounder right now!"

The man trembled with fear at every joint. Outside there was a terrible storm. Trees and mountains were shaking. The heaven was completely black, and there was thunder and lightning. In the sea he could see black waves as high as mountains, and they were capped with white crowns of foam. He said:

Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!

Flounder, flounder, in the sea!

My wife, my wife Ilsebill,

Wants not, wants not, what I will

"What does she want then," said the flounder.

"Oh," he said, "she wants to become like God."

"Go home. She is sitting in her piss pot again."

And they are sitting there even today.

Ⅸ 卖火柴的小女孩英文话剧稿

It was dreadfully cold, it was snowing fast, and almost dark； the evening----the last evening of the old year was drawing in. But, cold and dark as it was, a poor little girl, with bare head and feet, was still wandering about the streets. When she left her home she had slippers on, but they were much too large for her； indeed, properly, they belonged to her mother, and had dropped off her feet whilst1 she was running very fast across the road, to get out of the way of two carriages. One of the slippers was not to be found, the other had been snatched up by a little boy, who ran off with it thinking it might serve him as a doll's cradle.
So the little girl now walked on, her bare feet quite red and blue with the cold. She carried a small bundle of matches in her hand, and a good many more in her tattered apron. No one had bought any of them the live long day； no one had given her a single penny. Trembling with cold and hunger crept she on, the picture of sorrow: poor little child! The snow-flakes fell on her long, fair hair, which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders； but she thought not of her own beauty, or of the cold. Lights were glimmering through every window, and the savoir of roast goose reached her from several houses； it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other. She sat down, drawing her little feet close under her, but in vain, she could not warm them. She dared not go home, she had sold no matches, earned not a single penny, and perhaps her father would beat her， besides her home was almost as cold as the street， it was an attic； and although the larger of the many chinks in the roof were stopped up with straw and rags. the wind and snow often penetrated through. Her hands were nearly dead with cold； one little match from her bundle would warm them. Perhaps, if she dared light it, she drew one out, and struck it against the wall, bravo! it was a bright, warm flame, and she held her hands over it. It was quite an illumination for that poor little girl； nay,1 call it rather a magic taper, for it seemed to her as though she was sitting before a large iron-stove with brass ornaments, so beautifully blazed the fire within! The child stretched out her feet to warm them also； alas, in an instant the flame had died away, the stove vanished, the little girl sat cold and comfortless, with the burnt match in her hand.A second match was struck against the wall； it kindles and blazed, and wherever its light fell the wall became transparent as a veil. The little girl could see into the room within. She saw the table spread with a snow-white damask cloth, whereon were ranged shining china-dishes； the roast goose stuffed with apples and dried plums stood at one end, smoking hot, and which was pleasantest of all to see；the goose, with knife and fork still in her breast, jumped down from the dish, and waddled along the floor right up to the poor child. The match was burnt out, and only the thick, hard wall was beside her.She kindled a third match. Again shot up the flame； and now she was sitting under a most beautiful Christmas tree ,far larger, and far more prettily decked out, than the one she had seen last Christmas eve through the glass doors of the rich merchant's house. Hundreds of wax-tapers lighted up the green branches, and tiny painted figures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down from the tree upon her. The child stretched out her hands towards them in delight, and in that moment the lights of the match warm quenched； still, however, the Christmas candles burned higher and higher， she beheld them beaming like stars in heaven； one of them fell, the lights streaming behind it like a long, fiery tail.“Now some one is dying,” said the little girl, softly, for she had been told by her old grandmother， the only person who had ever been kind to her, and who was now dead that whenever a star falls an immortal spirit returns to the God who gave it. She struck yet another match against the wall； it flamed up, and surrounded by its light, appeared before her that same dear grandmother, gentle and loving as always, but bright and happy as she had never looked ring her lifetime.“Grandmother!” exclaimed the child, “oh, take me with you! I know thou1 wilt2leave me as soon as the match goes out， thou wilt vanish like warm fire in the stove, like the splendid New Year's feast, like the beautiful large Christmas tree!” and she hastily lighted all the remaining matches in the bundle, last her grandmother should disappear. And the matches burned with such a blaze of splendor, that noon day could scarcely have been brighter. Never had the good old grandmother looked so tall and stately, so beautiful and kind； she took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew together-higher, till they were in that place where neither cold, nor hunger, nor pain, is ever known， they were in paradise.But in the cold morning hour, crouching in the corner of the wall, the poor little girl was found：her cheeks glowing, her lips smiling， frozen to death on the last night of the old Year. The New Year's sun shone on the lifeless child； motionless she sat there with the matches in her lap, one bundle of them quite burnt out. “She has been trying to warm herself, poor thing!” the people said， but no one knew of the sweet visions she had beheld, or how gloriously she and her grandmother were celebrating their New Year's festival.
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Ⅹ 求英语大神翻译一首歌，刺客信条4黑旗的一首酒馆歌，不要机翻，十分感谢。

把蜡烛吹抄灭
当他初来伦敦
他来见他的爱人
蜡烛在燃烧

月光皎洁
他敲了敲我的窗
让我从伤痛里逃脱出来
我起来让他进来，并把门栓上

我常说
我喜欢你的为人
所以我不愿你
远离

既然道路坎坷
而我们没法一起走
那就拥我入怀吧，爱人
还有，别忘了吹灭蜡烛

我要你一个接一个的拥抱
放心，我爸妈在隔壁房休息
不用怕

一个接一个的拥抱
不要害怕，不要犹豫
拥我入怀吧，爱人
还有，别忘了吹灭蜡烛

你可以说小声一些
这样我们的快乐才不会变成遗憾(怕被人发现)

街道就在旁边啊，爱人
路人一个个走过
他们可能会偷看呐
所以，把蜡烛吹灭了吧

如果我们干得漂亮，爱人
我会温柔叫出你的名字

当你这三年结束了
你就将没时间陪我了
而我也愿用吹灭蜡烛(暗指ooxx)报答你