本帖最后由 诗歌之王 于 2012-12-11 06:06 编辑
The golden hand, once given out
Then the world crumbles
In lightning night, rain will come,
Destiny is your call, won't it be?
Who paint this for a second must be the HERO
Less for the mouth, big for the brain
Or I'm wrong of my dog.
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