本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛I dream of you in crimson,
sunrise blazing on your gaze,
rose clouds flaming upon your feathers;
In silvery threads, you sail on crescent,
gliding sheer wings above,
leaving trace as a sanyecao. (A thing represent God, I will find its english name later).
The city below railed by yellow ribbons,
streets inside muted in cold reminiscence;
The slim buildings huddle in silence,
as crowds hunting for evidence.
They spin time wheel to chase,
plow shadow of each angle,
Your smiling posters traverse the entire city,
carried by heartbroken citizens.
The coming spring is very cold,
Even chilly as the breaking news;
Candles and cards confide our yearning,
Wish you heaven a peace world to reside in.
You ride on a rainbow to my dream,
Pour fountains to my poem,
the sanyecao gleaming in your eyes,
sing a soft primal unison.
I cannot hold my tears
and even lose my tone,
The angel you present
cradled by mighty father.
Breezes softly blow,
birds joyfully chirp;
Where you laid will burst blossom;
whom you suffered from will face justice.
Wind will bring your fragrance,
tramp will find your lantern,
love ones will weave your hopes,
music will spreads your offering
I prime my dream to lines,
hone blue off my mind,
for a dream ending in perfection,
Tell Toronto, no more weeping.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
sunrise blazing on your gaze,
rose clouds flaming upon your feathers;
In silvery threads, you sail on crescent,
gliding sheer wings above,
leaving trace as a sanyecao. (A thing represent God, I will find its english name later).
The city below railed by yellow ribbons,
streets inside muted in cold reminiscence;
The slim buildings huddle in silence,
as crowds hunting for evidence.
They spin time wheel to chase,
plow shadow of each angle,
Your smiling posters traverse the entire city,
carried by heartbroken citizens.
The coming spring is very cold,
Even chilly as the breaking news;
Candles and cards confide our yearning,
Wish you heaven a peace world to reside in.
You ride on a rainbow to my dream,
Pour fountains to my poem,
the sanyecao gleaming in your eyes,
sing a soft primal unison.
I cannot hold my tears
and even lose my tone,
The angel you present
cradled by mighty father.
Breezes softly blow,
birds joyfully chirp;
Where you laid will burst blossom;
whom you suffered from will face justice.
Wind will bring your fragrance,
tramp will find your lantern,
love ones will weave your hopes,
music will spreads your offering
I prime my dream to lines,
hone blue off my mind,
for a dream ending in perfection,
Tell Toronto, no more weeping.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net