摘要
When the plane drifted over the city,whom is that heart throbbing for?You left town when it is still busy,rushing cars all turned mute and grey.Sunset was even more splendid that day,reflected in my eyes of loneliness.Across the Pacific you flew,leaving me only the echoes of blue.The moment ten fingers intertwined,it was the silence during a movie.Part of me deep inside was removed,and"May. it be eternity,"I
