Øzymandias (奧西曼德斯) (Intro)

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said—two vast and trunk-less legs of stone
Stand in the desert; Near them, on the sand
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things
The hands that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye mighty and despair
Nothing beside remains, round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away