To ask the mountain a sunlight
To ask the wind a poem
To ask you one heart that belong me
That’s not simple but important.
Lent times of my youth to the whole life,
To catch the memory from your eyes,
Sing a wonderful song for your be love,
These all were an old story.
All things are fresh when the day is end.
I could hear this news from shadow.
Any thing can tempt me,
That’s why I’m losing in the eternal night.
This poem is inspirited by W.B. Yeats.
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