Thursday, April 19, 2007

Essay


the day is moving at speed of sound

people outside the car are talking loud

now i see the rain is falling down

i think i still can't figure out

how the way of my life will spread out

i don't need the glory crown

contribute my soul and sense to the hell

may Satan bring me back to the ground

ps:洗澡時忽然想到的,不過重複音太多

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