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[00:00.93]Journalist：For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees
[00:02.70]The homeless
[00:03.15]Burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables All that was of value to me was in London
[00:05.46]By the time I reached their little red brick house
[00:06.90]Carrie and her father were gone
[00:08.22]The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
[00:11.31]And darker days are drawing near
[00:12.06]The winter winds will be much colder
[00:13.47]Now you're not here
[00:14.07]I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
[00:16.26]And one by one they disappear
[00:16.92]I wish that I was flying with them
[00:17.64]Now you're not here
[00:18.03]Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
[00:19.89]Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
[00:23.25]Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
[00:24.75]You always loved this time of year
[00:25.53]Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
[00:27.39]'Cause you're not here
[00:27.87]'Cause you're not here
[00:28.92]'Cause you're not here
[00:29.28]Journalist：Fire suddenly leapt from house to house
[00:53.76]The population panicked and ran and I was swept along with them
[01:02.58]Aimless and lost without Carrie Finally I headed eastward for the ocean
[01:10.20]And my only hope of survival：A boat out of England
[01:35.22]Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
[01:38.13]Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
[01:42.24]A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
[01:43.26]As if to hide a lonely tear
[01:44.25]My life will be forever autumn
[01:47.10]'Cause you're not here
[01:48.81]'Cause you're not here
[01:49.59]'Cause you're not here
[01:50.07]Journalist：As I hastened through Covent Garden
[01:50.85]Blackfriars and Billingsgate
[01:51.78]More and more people joined the painful exodus Sad
[01:53.07]Weary women
[01:53.40]Their children stumbling and streaked with tears
[01:55.92]Their men bitter and angry
[01:56.85]The rich rubbing shoulder with beggars and outcasts
[01:57.90]Dogs snarled and whined
[01:58.71]The horses' bits were covered with foam and here and there were wounded soldiers
[02:00.30]As helpless as the rest We saw tripods wading up the Thames
[02:01.41]Cutting through bridges as though they were paper
[02:04.17]Waterloo Bridge
[02:04.53]Westminster Bridge One appeared above Big Ben
[02:05.55]Martians：Ulla
[02:05.64]Journalist：Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together
[02:08.37]This was no disciplined March
[02:09.06]It was a stampede
[02:09.50]Without order and without a goal
[02:10.65]Six million people
[02:11.16]Unarmed and unprovisioned
[02:11.52]Driving headlong It was the beginning of the rout of civilization
[02:12.96]Of the massacre of mankind
[02:13.74]A vast crowd buffeted me toward the already packed steamer I looked up enviously at those safely on board
[02:15.78]Straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie At sight of me she began to fight her way
[02:20.52]Along the packed deck to the gangplank At that very moment it was raised
[02:21.90]And I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me away from her
[02:27.12]Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
[02:28.11]Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
[02:29.19]Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
[02:30.60]You always loved this time of year
[02:31.32]Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
[02:32.22]'Cause you're not here
[02:34.89]'Cause you're not here
[02:35.28]'Cause you're not here
[02:36.09]Martians：Ulla
[02:36.21]Journalist：The steamer began to move slowly away
[02:37.20]But on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine Another came
[02:38.73]And another
[02:39.03]Striding over hills and plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer
[02:46.71]Between them lay the silent
[02:47.46]Grey Ironclad Thunder Child Slowly it moved towards shore then
[02:49.11]With a deafening roar and whoosh of spray
[02:50.70]It swung about and drove at full speed towards the waiting Martians