本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛I wish I could paint her in crimson,
morning sun blazing in her glory,
maple leaves flaming in her mountain.
I wish I could wash away her stains,
children could rollick on her soil,
spring drizzle would melt away coldness,
I wish I could transform her as crystal,
light could traverse her corners,
no place could hide crime and evil.
I wish angels could guard her children,
they would never fear darkness,
peace could be cradled in their dreams.
But she, a broken city, a mother for many,
like crystal shattered to piece;
Crimson turns to her bloody scenes,
railed with horrible yellow ribbons.
Her slim sharp buildings shooting up,
as candles gleaming in mourning.
The grey sky as an encaged shell,
her crowd huddle inside, weeping.
She, a broken city I live in,
is immersed in cold reminiscence.
My wishes are scattered on her skirt,
while teardrops dribble inside.
Her trees rustle, her breezes grow,
The waves popple in her Great lakes;
She ask for seams to repair,
Never will let going.
Stars beyond, streams underground,
Will come with her in strong echo.
My hopes rise up,
Blossoms burst in her garden.
A new day to come,
a new city to be,
a new dream to embrace,
never let going.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
morning sun blazing in her glory,
maple leaves flaming in her mountain.
I wish I could wash away her stains,
children could rollick on her soil,
spring drizzle would melt away coldness,
I wish I could transform her as crystal,
light could traverse her corners,
no place could hide crime and evil.
I wish angels could guard her children,
they would never fear darkness,
peace could be cradled in their dreams.
But she, a broken city, a mother for many,
like crystal shattered to piece;
Crimson turns to her bloody scenes,
railed with horrible yellow ribbons.
Her slim sharp buildings shooting up,
as candles gleaming in mourning.
The grey sky as an encaged shell,
her crowd huddle inside, weeping.
She, a broken city I live in,
is immersed in cold reminiscence.
My wishes are scattered on her skirt,
while teardrops dribble inside.
Her trees rustle, her breezes grow,
The waves popple in her Great lakes;
She ask for seams to repair,
Never will let going.
Stars beyond, streams underground,
Will come with her in strong echo.
My hopes rise up,
Blossoms burst in her garden.
A new day to come,
a new city to be,
a new dream to embrace,
never let going.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net