Mankind's heart is undoubtedly made of crystal;
I murmured once and again:
"Thorn of my heart, from thee,
shall I cherish it or not?"
The answer is always vague and unsure,
like a star in the cloud.
Sparkling, shining till alone.
Thy heart swings as flame in the wind;
I try to protect and let thee feel a little bit proud,
but it turns out nothing to be.
Thou tore my heart into pieces of roses,
crimson and sharpness.
Oh Sweetie thy sweet,
why thy tenderness is always in disguise as sword and freeze?
I call it not torture, but still aches
--
--
※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc)
◆ From: 59.116.131.203