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He waves farewell on a whale. The wind sings quietly still. The lonely man starts off his trial. Alas! How I wish he could be well. Since he becomes a spot in my sight, Stars cry with broken silver lights. Is it the sorrowful day or am I Left behind in this homesick rhyme? -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 59.115.179.83 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.224.52.131 (12/08 07:42) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 163.29.140.200 (12/08 09:19) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.181.74 (01/27 21:22)