发信人: 2338366lili(雪枫林)
整理人: jz_love6(2002-08-14 12:36:03), 站内信件
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Is This Love？
As the red leaves were falling,
Her delicate heart was breaking.
She never expected such a story
To happen in a far-away country.
She admitted no love
At their first meeting.
The second time they met under the tree,
She had forgotten all about him.
And one evening he called her,
When she was busy cooking.
She declined his invitation,
Then the story was beginning.
With regretful feeling,
She apologized to him.
Then everything changed,
At their next meeting.
It seemed nothing happened,
Yet there was really something.
But no one could explain,
That kind of strange feeling.
With emails exchanging,
To each other they were communicating.
She did not know what was happening.
Just that so much she did miss him.
She did not know whether it was love
With this kind of inexplicable feeling?
But wasn’t it a sad story
To love a man with a happy family?
She did not want to plunge into grief,
Though grief was moving.
She did want to acquire happiness,
Though happiness was boring.
To end her grief of the impossible love,
She took a picture with him at the party.
As lovely as she could, she was smiling,
Using it as the end of the story. |
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