赤朱丹彤

To my dearest Garcia Lorca

A dove is black and evil, compared to you.

Cause you are simple and pure, harmless to all.

 

A cloud is heavy and hard, compared to you.

Cause you are so light and soft, gentle to world.

 

A gun is weak and ugly, against you.

Cause you have such strong mind and will.

Facing a gun, you’d never be thrilled.

Your poems and beauty, will never be killed.

 

Death or rebirth, you little fairy?

Dancing through the deepest forest,

Singing your heartblood songs still.


【隔一段时间就会犯一次病

病名为洛尔迦x】

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