Bây giờ, “Brandons Low, giọng nói lạnh lùng.” Đừng để là người thừa kế thô lỗ.
Now hollow fires burn out to black,And lights are fluttering low:Square your shoulders, lift your packAnd leave your friends and go.O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread,Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you treadThere’s nothing but the night.
A.E. Housman