上帝原諒你寫著的手　　2003.12.8


Love that’s had made me bleed in vain
Love that makes me live again, and
again
Love mercies me to remember your name

Love that settles me with comforting chair
Pain
Whether yes, or, no,
It once served gain
I somehow am the same,
and shall be leaving some to change
Love mercies me to write down my name

Sir, I know. I’m now here to waste

Run, baby, we; you said
Run, baby, I. Run; your dears’

Stilly here I am