发信人: highpoint(梦回依约)
整理人: feverperi(2001-02-09 01:05:01), 站内信件
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You were my first book
Talking about my first love
I wrote you in a boiling summer
While everyone was sleeping
Mom had to come over to see
What I was writing
Pap came over and sat till I went to bed
They had to remind me that
I had to go to work in the office the next morning
But I wanted to write, mom
It's about my first love and
the first drop of my bitter tears
When I was born, there must have been a witch
Who told you:
"Don't let that little girl touch
The dancing shoes and words,
She will be wicked"
No, no such a thing?
Then why do you never let me dance nor let me write
Mom, my book is not a business plan
My songs may not have fans
And if there is no money for me
I would rather burn them and
Carry to the next planet
The glass garden is fragile
And someone broke in
and smashed my dream
At the age of twenty-one.
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我说我现在心如止水，只因你住在湖底。
我越不出雷池，谁也到不了湖心。
只能眼茫茫看着千帆散去，渔火凋零。
湖，忘了乾涸。只等待，见你时的骤雨带来的那场波澜。
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