上个世纪,爱情在六十年代是一个很长很大的病
爱一个人可能是廿年三十年的事;
这个世纪,周围人们的爱情犹如小感冒小伤风
再过四天
不知不觉
原来我已经病了三年
WE DREAMT that we were strangers.
WE WAKE UP to find that
WE WERE DEAR to each other.
My heart beats her WAVES at the shore of the world
and writes upon it her SIGNATURE in tears with the words,
“I LOVE YOU”
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支持你,很不错!很喜欢175