突发的感想
So come, my dear Lorca, to me
Dream freely, soar highly
And yet not stop your songs singing
Not stop it, please
My dove, little pretty！
Cause life ends when there's no word for dying
Dying, yes, death is the beginning
Always after death when people start listening
They have just no time…no time when you are living！
So come, my dear Lorca, to me！
Let the wind blow forever as wuthering！
And I will see you, my dear
My mind's eyes always lie in waiting
Waiting for what? May you be wondering？
Waiting if there's someone desperately needing
Do you hear them crying for understanding？
Sure you will, but yet not every
If I am throwed, I will listen to their praying!
