[영어필사] May 14, 2024

Dead Poets Society

 

I close my eyes and this image floats beside me.

I close my eyes and this image floats beside me.

 

The sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

The sweaty-toothed madman with a state that pounds my brain.

 

His hands stretch out and choke me.

His hands stretch out and choke me.

 

And all the time he's mumbling.

 

Mumbling truth...

 

Like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.

 

You push it, stretch it--it'll never be enough.

 

Kick at it, beat it--it will never cover any of us.

 

From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying.

From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying.

From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying.

 

It will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.