感受詩歌與音樂之美
one night in 北京
not very often have we meet but the musics being too bad can only sense happiness if the music is sad. so i am going home,i must hurry home, where your life goes one
we are too old to make a mess dreams will keep me young old enough to stress only mirrors tell the time.
so i am going home, i must hurry home, so will my life go one. yes i am going home, going home alone, and your life goes on.
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