2010年7月13日星期二

The Returning River

(1)

Can't you hear?
I am singing my sun, my sky and my fresh air,
Though
in a broken voice and a threatening death.

(2)

I am coming back,
Old, weak and tired,
I am picking up my flying,
Dashing through the sky
as I was young
With you.

(3)

See, I am the stars, the moon,
The mountains, the sea,
The thunder, the lightning,
The breeze, the rain .....
See, I am one of you again.
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