作者korn31910 (罗拔)
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标题[创作] The Sirens
时间Sun Jul 12 17:24:08 2015
Tie myself in front of my desk, eyes closed.
You don't need to sing.
I hear keyboards clicking like thin waves,
sweeping away withered petals.
No more remain stays in mind.
Tie myself in the mast of time,
sail to your sunrise, my sunset.
In the house of green, we get lost in the end.
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