Fire her with the history, Ruin her by the reality. Hope, she grasp from dream, From memory; Where she lies in whose dimple so deep. Every night every day in every where she prays For that face she had seen, According to the aside could be traced back to seven years; It has become one simple hope, to see To own the smile just for a short period from her stage again. To be who, Hopelessness is her destiny. Fortune, power, status are far but near; Which one can save one soul would never appear; That love preserved in tear. How to define the encounter No time to consider. To be the best and win all the greedy eyes Is the only thing hunted in life. The show has begun, and forced to be continued until death comes. Dances with sorrow Sings in blood. The rain outside the past is vermilion Obscured the distances between self and desire; It is time. Closer, closer, and closer without vacant space. Unwillingly, hope is no more existing. Such heavy and dirty Cannot be clean by crying. Since, she gazed at the remote sky most of time. How much time does it take To finish such a tiny glance? The river doesn’t know, and The bridge doesn’t know, either. The scene keeps silent just like days go by. The war takes over the clam and Brings all to fear, Brings her far from home, and Brings the memory to be long. Never back, the man, the woman, so the time. -- 第一次創作發表英詩 請大家多指教 -- 一 是 ╔╗ ζ ╔╗ 是 距 根 最 近 遠 ║˙ ξ ˙║ 我 最 。 煙 好 一 則 一 則║ ▅ ║ 和 適 。 的 的 分 太 分 不║ ●█ ● ║ 你 合 。 距 距 嗆 夠║ )█\ ║ 的 離 離 離 味╩───</ █∥────╩──────┘ｔａｎｇｅｎｔ３ --

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