It still lingers, it is the snow
Falling in a slient shower
These crystal petals of a flower
All but meltable snow
The lingering of white in a shower
In the distance, in the green youth
The longing song out of crimson lips
Whoever sings whoever trips
Through the distance of green youth
To the kiss of crimson lips
Lingering snow paves lingering way
Stretches like steamed breath
Seems warm with kissing warmth
Holds the future in the lovers' way
Same as kissing the steamed breath
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发表于 2021-3-2 12:04
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