I woke up early in a cold freezing morn
The wind was soaring and blowing her horn
I looked out through the window
Nothing, it was all silent under the street light of yellow
Here I am in a city full of strangers
And not would I know if there should be any danger
The yellow light woke up my nostalgia
As the morn' wind chilled my soul to the field
Would I have a brighter day?
Would I have some hot sun's rays?
To chase my freezing wind away...
There I stand tall, strong, being so brave
O, sun or rain, wind or snow, come what may
Non of you can make my heart be erased
23 AOU, 1998
Bryan, by St.Bernardins,
Paris
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風有風的樣子; 雲有雲的樣子;
在旅行中的我, 也有他自己的樣子...
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