The millennially embittered soul has been transformed into a cuckooA,Calling out in a far away woodsB,its cries ever borne on the mournful windC;Spring’s flamboyance dies when the blood of grief drops on the blossoms...The millennially embittered soul has been transformed into a cuckooA,Calling out in a far away woodsB,its cries ever borne on the mournful windC;Spring’s flamboyance dies when the blood of grief drops on the blossoms,The reflection of the moon drifts upon the waves,‘til its cold light sinksD.展开更多
文摘The millennially embittered soul has been transformed into a cuckooA,Calling out in a far away woodsB,its cries ever borne on the mournful windC;Spring’s flamboyance dies when the blood of grief drops on the blossoms,The reflection of the moon drifts upon the waves,‘til its cold light sinksD.
