Feet Of Clay - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
Her eyes were softer than the night,
her lips were honey and wine
And oh I love her more than life,
I worship this love of mine.
I worshipped her so blindly till
I was told one day,
For love of gold, my true love sold,
sold her heart away.
The love that I had idolized
has sold her heart away,
Too late, too late,
I realized my idol had feet of clay.
