在月光下，我游荡于历史的回声，寻找遗失的爱与荣耀。同桌让憋尿还揉我下面

　　Every year on the eve of the 19th of May, the air at Blickling Hall, Norwich, goes ice cold. In a centuries-old tale, on this night, the spectre of Anne Boleyn makes contact with our earthly realm. The story goes that as the night falls on the anniversary of the ill-fated Queen's death, you can spot her ghost riding up to Blickling Hall in a coach driven by a headless horseman.... (展开全部)