本帖最后由 张明静 于 2014-6-15 23:01 编辑
Chants of Love
Ebbing and flowing,
The tide and fragmence of a flower
Is calling for love blooming there.
Even in the misty valley
Or in the mummur of a stream,
Let me clutch your name;
Even though what hovering is dashing down,
You are rivers burning on. |