Serendipity
犯规 我醒来的时候 你静静地躺在那 经过一夜的奔波 你却依旧美丽 Serendipity When I awake from asleep There lies you, silently Though a busy night has gone Still beautiful you are.
Poems
On Death
On Death by John Keats Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream. And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.