第173页 The nightingale and the rose

“Sing me one last song,”he whispered;"I shall feel lonely when you are gone." So the nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.似乎找到了某人豆瓣主页上“纯洁的语言如同被银炉子炼过七次。”的equivalent。