SHE
2017-03-27 本文已影响0人
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SHE
Falling slowly for the harmony of a melody
She lets out the world
Only time could hear the drum in her heart
She repeats that old poetry as always
Crying over the past
Sadness inspires the greatness of art
Colors are essential elements
Her feelings are deep and creative
Thoughts could never stop at her fingertips
No languages need to be understood
No images have been seen
No goodnight kisses are given on her lips
People come across her house
They break down her fences
Seems to be that nobody ever cares
Compassion could never be taught
It roots in everyday's practice
Who'd be that person dries up her tears
