All the ends have benn written.
All the tears have benn starting.
But I forget how the begining is.
On a ancient unback summer day.
No matter how I seek for you.
The young you just like a cloud slip from the sky.
Your smiling face looks thin,
and gradually it hide in the back of mountains after sunseting.
So I open the first page.
The fate binds it in a poor way.
I read and read it with tears in my eyes.
There is no deny that youth is a hasty book.
---the poem comes from Xi Murong
All the tears have benn starting.
But I forget how the begining is.
On a ancient unback summer day.
No matter how I seek for you.
The young you just like a cloud slip from the sky.
Your smiling face looks thin,
and gradually it hide in the back of mountains after sunseting.
So I open the first page.
The fate binds it in a poor way.
I read and read it with tears in my eyes.
There is no deny that youth is a hasty book.
---the poem comes from Xi Murong
