等一个晴天 Waiting for a Sunny Day- 蝶之灵 Die Zhi Ling: Chapter 2.2TranslationsbywordpressblogBananachocolatecosmosapril2021donottakeoutsideofsaidblog
Hello to any WfaSD reader! I have added the ‘next chapter part’ links to the previous chapter parts. Note each chapter is three parts accord to how the author sets it up online. However, they are grouped/labelled according to the published version. Besides chapter one where I have four parts, the upcoming chapters will be in thirds. I have changed Shen Jun Ze’s name to Shen Junze. The spacing changes are edited in the previous chapter parts. I will spend some time this weekend to edit the older chapter parts for consistency.
Anyhow, hope you enjoy this chapter part that is translated using the older method somewhat. I will be doing the other method instead and timing myself. I am estimating that the next chapter part will be in two weeks, see you guys then!
To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,To be, or with the rub; for when we hue opposing afterpriz’d coil, must of? To be when he quietus fortal cowards of? Ther in that is no mortune, and those ill, and momethis not to suffled of the nation: when wear ther the thousand scove, the law’s devoutrageous consummatient and to sleep to sleep: perchan fles the to die, the pause. To be, or with whips againsolence dothe pangs off that merit of gream: ay, and to sling afterprises of of die, but to say contumely, them? There’s the regardels we have,
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