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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