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Goodbye isn't the last word you spoke But a song, so old I heard you singing it all night long On the upper floor I knew, you were recollecting time And secrets never told 93 years, a tree can grow up tall Now we are standing in front of you Sighing, against the flood -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 118.161.151.144 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 118.161.151.144 (09/18 18:26)
hecati:I find it simple and beautiful~ Thanks for sharing :) 09/18 18:29
yuuyh:The last 2 lines are interestingly ambiguous. 09/18 20:46
spacedunce5:love this 09/18 21:20
pcchuckwu:Sadness as vague but true. Nice work. 09/18 23:38