Well , how wet and cold you must be , such a wild night as it is ! come in - your sisters are quite uneasy about you , and i believe there are bad folks about “哎呀，那么个狂风暴雨的夜晚，你准是又湿又感觉冷了：进来吧你妹妹们为你很担心，而且我相信附近有坏人。
When staying at the boat , you will feel like sailing through violent storms and terrifying waves at the sea . being a pirate , you will attack the island of caribbean sea 犹如在狂风暴雨的海上航行及摆荡，蓄势待发地准备进攻加勒比海上的小岛，非常的惊险刺激。
You raise me up when i am down and , oh my soul , so weary when troubles come and my heart burdened be then i am still and wait here in the silence until you come and sit awhile with me you raise me up , so i can stand on mountains you raise me up , to walk on stormy seas i am strong , when i am on your shoulders you raise me up … to more than i can be you raise me up , so i can stand on mountains you raise me up , to walk on stormy seas i am strong , when i am on your shoulders you raise me up … to more than i can be there is no life ? no life without its hunger each restless heart beats so imperfectly but when you come and i am filled with wonder sometimes , i think i glimpse eternity you raise me up , so i can stand on mountains you raise me up , to walk on stormy seas i am strong , when i am on your shoulders you raise me up … to more than i can be 你鼓舞了我当我失落的时候我的灵魂，感到多麽的疲倦当有困难时，我的心背负著重担然后，我会在寂静中等待直到你的到来，并与我小坐片刻你鼓舞了我，所以我能站在群山顶端你鼓舞了我，让我能走过狂风暴雨的海当我依在你的肩上时，我是坚强的你鼓舞了我…让我能超越自己你鼓舞了我，所以我能站在群山顶端你鼓舞了我，让我能走过狂风暴雨的海当我依在你的肩上时，我是坚强的你鼓舞了我…让我能超越自己没有一个生命?没有生命是没有渴求的每个绎动的心能够跳动得那麽地完美但是当你来临的时候，我充满了惊奇有时候，我觉得我看到了永远你鼓舞了我，所以我能站在群山顶端你鼓舞了我，让我能走过狂风暴雨的海当我依在你的肩上时，我是坚强的你鼓舞了我…让我能超越自己。
" those born to wealth , and who have the means of gratifying every wish , " said emmanuel , " know not what is the real happiness of life , just as those who have been tossed on the stormy waters of the ocean on a few frail planks can alone realize the blessings of fair weather . “那些天生有钱，事事都能如愿的人， ”艾曼纽说道， “是不知道人生真正的幸福是什么的，正如只有那些曾抱住几块脆弱的木板，在狂风暴雨的海洋里颠簸过来的人，才能体会到一个晴朗的天空是多么的可贵一样。 ”
Ever since valentine s dowry had been mentioned , morrel had been silent and sad . " can you imagine , " said monte cristo , " some othello or abb de ganges , one stormy , dark night , descending these stairs step by step , carrying a load , which he wishes to hide from the sight of man , if not from god ? “我曾经做过幻想， ”基督山说道， “是否以前曾有过一个奥赛罗似的人物，在一个狂风暴雨的黑夜里，一步步地走下这座楼梯，手里抱着一个尸体，想在黑夜里把它埋掉，这样，即使瞒不过上帝的眼睛，至少希望能瞒过人的耳目，不知你们是否有同感？ ”
