The world will be good?

My mother sits by the boat
The crumbling wind stole her face
No longer love or dreams in her eyes
Hidden in her wrinkles are the vicissitudes of time
After many years I will become what she is today
Watching people sing loudly
Singers keep singing
Singers do n’t ask where the way is

The world will be good?”的一个响应

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