我打門廊走過
　　
　　　　那潤在書堆中的容顏如蓮花般的凋落


　　冷氣不來，教室的煩熱不散

　　你底心如淡淡的空虛的館

　　洽若沉靜的燈火夜輔

　　鐘聲不響，教室的語音不揚

　　你底心是淡淡的書香溢漫


　　我達達的跫音是美麗的錯誤

　　我不是驚喜，是個驚愕...







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　　　　I walk through from the porch
　　　　
　　　　That facial appearance that immerses oneself in the books seems
　　　　the lotus withering.

　　The cool air does not come, the vexed heat of the classroom does
　　not spread.

　　Your bottom heart,such as light and empty building.

　　The feel like that quiet lights of the nighttime guides.

　　The clock doesn’t make a sound, the speech of the classroom does
　　not appear.

　　Your heart bottom is filled with the light fragrance of books.


　　The footstep voice that I attain is a beautiful mistake.

　　I am not a pleasant amazement, but a consternation...