Tender Is the Night

原创诗

I hold the eleven-year-old letter

when I was eighteen

What a beautiful handwriting you did

So much pain I gain from it

Though the meaning of lines my wet eyes can't tell

My mind does read between the lines still

I look up to the darkest sky

and find the brightest star hangs over there

Shining with the divine halo

Then my spirit sparkles unknown

And permanent power bestowed upon me

to fight for the timeless truth in galaxy

The night is tender

Tender is the night

Tender Is the Night

刚刚开始写英文诗，笔法拙笨，还望见谅。借此平台结交爱好英文的良师益友。