• jack05234 10w


    My tears are frozen by the past,
    Which are like the lonely island in the ocean.

    Day by day, I wish that my beauty could talk to me,
    Night by night, I hope that my wine could be served without the bitter taste.

    The dropping tears touch my feelings with their emotions,
    Listening their voices becomes my daily routines.

    I'm kneeling down on the floor,
    Praying for the love from my Lord.

    The tears are still falling from my eyes,
    Until my love wipes it with her tender hands.