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My sweetest illusion lies on a cloud, Moving toward the endless blue. Stay, my precious dream. Do not sail away. While I was wide awake, watching the sky. In each ghostly evening and bright morning, The image of hope and despair Becomes a battlefield Burning, burning inside my head. I saw people with broken hearts Picking up their corpses of memories. I saw a familiar face. She said, "it's okay. Just a dead end." Then, here came a heavy rain. The cloud has changed its shape And my sweetest illusion has twisted. Leave, the vicious trick. Do not let me fall again. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 220.139.226.64 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 220.139.226.64 (08/07 11:20) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 220.139.226.64 (08/07 11:21) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 220.139.226.64 (08/07 11:38) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 220.139.226.64 (08/07 11:40) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 220.139.226.64 (08/07 12:28) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 220.139.226.64 (08/07 12:49)