[00:00.00] 作词 : Weiss°[00:01.00] 作曲 : Weiss°[00:02.00] 编曲 : Weiss°[00:14.67]I met a traveller from an antique land,[00:18.78]Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone[00:26.13]Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,[00:34.32]Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,[00:40.77]And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,[00:47.10]Tell that its sculptor well those passions read[00:51.24]Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,[01:02.34]The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;[01:10.05]And on the pedestal, these words appear:[01:15.60]My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;[01:22.77]Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair![01:32.16]Nothing beside remains. Round the decay[01:37.38]Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare[01:44.79]The lone and level sands stretch far away.”