精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
Whan that wind of Aprill blows, Such sweetie smile that ariseth. I saw it in my dream again, Under this magik cometh The girdle of Melian. That bliss land hath long been Left memory out of everyman! Covered with dust, may one day The rim give light once again to that holy land. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 87.194.42.127