睡衣 完美的人生也許不存在，但是一定有著知足的幸福，那並不會太難

587愛的鼓勵 10訂閱站台

As he singing a song for me

in the night of a violin

 

As he buying a cup of ice cream for me

to cool down my fire of the anger

 

The time he walked through

as I couldn't remember like a dream

 

The story that he left

is an old book -- too cherish to pore over

 

Wherever he is being

it is the place of the heaven for my heart

 

Wherever he marked as the vanishing point

It will be the horizon for my eyes straining to see  

 

The breath that he embraced

Styrofoaming the silence with delicate package from far

 

The morning that he sunk into a deep sleep

also run with  details for daily necessaries

 

He knows very well how to make a smile become a winding bridge

then gently welcome the light of gaze from the moon

 

When the elegance can't be purchased

while the luggage can't be carried out

we tottering all the way, still

we blundering all the way, still

then polish the percipience of the time and tide  under our  flusteredness