很多年很多年前的某个晚上,在学校旁边的录像厅,我第一次见到了这朵紫蓟花,也第一次听到了这一段音乐。在冰冷的空气,带着一丝颤抖... ...
Gift of a Thistle
when the world gave him thorns she give him a thistle when the coldness made his salty cheeks dry she brought tears to his eyes the flower was a brief moment that died the tears watered new roots ......
he kept this flower for twenty years |
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This is a gift for ma femme.