01 贝多芬第七交响乐第二乐章 Symphony #7 - Movement 2

"Monday, March 26, 1827.

The north wind blows and snow billows through the air.

Thunder claps above the empty streets.

It is a day that will go down in history."

. . . . . .

A fine gentleman stands alone in a doorway.

His carriage awaits, but he does not move. He waves the carriage on.

Tonight the gentleman will walk home.

Like many in Vienna, his eyes are full of tears.

Ludwig van Beethoven has died.