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发表于 2011-9-28 19:16:11
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Underneath that soft sky,I am pacing up and down in front of these three tombstones
Looking at the moth fluttering in the heath crowd and the harebells,listening to the gentle breeze blowing among the grass
I wonder if there is someone who can imagine the dead, under the calm soil, should have unquiet sleep |
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