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Indigo Night Decades pass. Last night, Over the line, I heard you again. Through blue waves, I was listening, And trembling with ache. --indigo splashed along faraway memory. Breezes come and go. sunflowers wither and bloom, Your words settled as seeds, left to tell--with sunlight. Chinese version |
2007 Update (Copy right by Anna Yin) |