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After the apocalypse, A normal feeling comes: Clouds still float in their carefree way. Birds still sing with their usual cheerfulness, and i know them, perhaps too well. They will all flee away and i must go on in the echoing night woods with my tense throat saying: close your eyes and blow out the lamp. Then you are there. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 119.77.227.241 ※ 編輯: yuuyh 來自: 119.77.227.241 (05/22 00:58)
spacedunce5:好詩!!不過應該是blow out吧? 140.112.7.59 05/22 18:50
yuuyh:THX!! 119.77.227.241 05/22 21:53
※ 編輯: yuuyh 來自: 119.77.227.241 (05/22 21:53)