But only so an hour.Eden sank to grief.Dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.
70 厘升,40度酒精,一隻慘死的小果蠅,工作桌上被手指撥弄戲耍著旋轉的手機,以及電視的聲音,一個夜晚還剩下些什麼?我想聽個歌兒,睡吧我的愛?野百合也有春天?amazing grace?or Songbird?
I may load and unload,again and again,till I fill the whole shed,and what have I then?
I shall set forth for somewhere,I shall have less to say,But I shall be gone.
怎麼就有人這麼有手腕,我不知怎麼做的事,她們不聲不響,就大功告成了。