原創(chuàng)詩
I hold the eleven-year-old letter when I was eighteen
What a beautiful handwriting you did
What a bittersweet memory I get
So much pain I gain from it
Though the meaning of lines my wet eyes can't tell
My mind does read between the lines still
I look up to the darkest sky
and find the brightest star hangs over there
Shining with the divine halo
Then my spirit sparkles unknown
And permanent power bestowed upon me
To fight for the timeless truth in galaxy
The night is tender
Tender is the night
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剛剛開始寫英文詩漫玄，筆法拙笨，還望見諒缩膝。借此平臺結(jié)交愛好英文的良師益友脚牍。
