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A poem to past love
老情诗
March 11 2018
皮肤和嘴唇
呼吸着油，汽和飞扬的尘土
无所事事
干燥的裂开的瞬间
你眼底那片澄净的天空
若隐若现
我情愿变成枯萎大地上死去的树叶
Skin and lips
Absorb oil, steam and flying dust
I've got nothing to do
The moment dryness cracks open
I see the clear sky under your eyes
Loom and bloom
I’m willing to become dead leaves on the withered earth
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