The last drop of oil out of the suspension on a candlestick, eighteenth Century carved window lattice was a crushing walnut voice, white curtain began restless stood, pale moon hazily leaking, gauze curtain drape on floating indefinite.The writing on the wall and the light, too terrible... 熄灭前的最后一滴蜡油悬在烛台上，十八世纪的雕花窗棂隐隐地发出轧碎核桃的声音，白色窗幔开始不安分地飘动，惨白的月色阴森森地渗进来，纱幔上的褶皱波浮不定.墙上的字和灯，太可怕了。
Lucia慢半拍
