2008-03-27 18:51:56S
《詩》sorry
When sorry came to me
it’s like cloud
gentle and aerial
stretch the distance
The voice like breeze
soft and mild
a kid who live in mind
just wake up
with the smile which didn’t offer the space to refuse
it’s like cloud
gentle and aerial
stretch the distance
The voice like breeze
soft and mild
a kid who live in mind
just wake up
with the smile which didn’t offer the space to refuse