作詞:威廉莎士比亞 / 張凱婷 作曲:大象體操
A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.
It's a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
Life's but a walking shadow.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow,
tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.
Come, love and health to all;
Give me some wine: fill full
To all, and all to all.