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Little child, my sweet little child Each time I thought of you I felt like flying high High above the blue sky Lit a fire, you burned my melancholy The ghost of my past slowly passed by My heart was born again with smiles Hey you, my darling, I felt so alive You beamed like a blooming lily Sitting under the dazzling sun I cannot help praising you For more than a thousand times -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 220.139.225.138 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 220.139.225.138 (11/09 02:08) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 220.139.225.138 (11/09 02:09)