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One shot, good night You with eyes misty, See the stars slowly falling Falling into a black hole. You've left a message goodbye-- The red spots in the stone table corner Mild as a cup of tea You drunk every night. The last smile, Pale like the coat you often wore The winter of yours With no snow but a mirage of The bright summer days. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 61.229.120.23 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.229.120.23 (03/02 14:23) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.229.120.23 (03/02 14:26) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.229.120.23 (03/02 14:29)