Seven sneezes in a row A cold touch burns my soul.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
A translation
By Xu Zhimo Translated by Bridge
My ship bumped into yours on a dark night You have your direction and I have mine It is good to remember, so be to forget Those tiny sparks when we met
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