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发表于 2005-4-14 12:53 · 浙江
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Despair and hope
The sadness painfulness is always.
Nobody can say, it spills quietly after the telephone, and the
crybaby person of my tears that it is anyway foolish who falls is
making the escape in the mind.
When the wave of today when it looked for me surges to sands and the
spray is raised there is the solitary sky on the town that buried
under weakness grasp Hit garbage before it knows and was carried out
when the earth is seen always surely, this tears fall into the sea.
A dream of wide hilt that wants to collect it reaches and splinter my
dream.
Every days only of strength
The song of a quiet sound of a nostalgic music box tightens the mind
in the corner of an empty room on long night when impatience not to
grow up continues.
Does the past and now come in succession and what keeps standing
between despair and hope that the mind where it runs through opens by
the door this hand of the glass that the intersection seems to break?
It is dream in splinter that shuts eyes and scatters in the imagined
mind.
The person who might be the tiniest all over the world living thing
is swept away and lives.
Because the pupil looks up into the sky again for remembrance' sake
in the dark style of the heartlessness at the season that will come
round in the future so as not to defeat might the answer it for
someone love of someone though only one courage was able not to run
away ..such damaged.. only by it that only had to be and to walk ..
this.. ..the road.. ..fight and strength that keeps starting to the
last minute.. |
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