Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all to short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

하코다테에서 안녕 函館でさよなら

넌 아침에 있고 난 밤에 있고

넌 여름에 있고 난 겨울에 있고

넌 우주에 있고 난 모래알 틈에 있어

난 바람에 있고 넌 오래된 집안에 있지

across the universe

Jai guru de va om