Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.
记着,希望是件好东西,没准儿是件最好的东西,而且从没有一样好东西会消逝!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
The sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
希望是鸟儿,
在人们心灵栖居,
唱着无词的歌儿,
谢谢。