2011年5月12日 星期四

Triolet

A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
bears the grief, sighs the dreary
tears fill up in eyes
A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
The slave wonders why
limits in the cage, seeking to fly, breaks away from weary
A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
bears the grief, sighs the dreary

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