2006-11-09 01:10:50羅拔

Praise for an Little Angel

Little child, my sweet little child
Each time I thought of you
I felt like flying high
High above the blue sky

Lit a fire, you burned my melancholy
The ghost of my past slowly passed by
My heart was born again with smiles
Hey you, my darling, I felt so alive

You beamed like a blooming lily
Sitting under the dazzling sun
I cannot help praising you
For more than a thousand times

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