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She

Sweet was the first time watching her...
Noble and elegant, she walked in style.
Sparkling were her eyes and shining her smile,
Conscious of her beauty
That hurt in me.

Sweet is each time I look at her,
Watching the wind combing her hair
That caresses her cheeks and dances in the air --
She's a work of art
That's seized my heart.

Sweet is each time I dream of her,
Where I dance with her and kiss her
And her hair that now falls upon her shoulders,
Like a river that flows
Along the curve of its shore.

Sweet...
Even the moment she rejected me
In her shining smile
Forever mysterious
To me...

英文國內比
中文國外比
兩頭充內行
混得還可以

正可謂
英中兩混
痞子是也

久沒動筆 迄今六年
中學沒讀完便出了國
中英文都是半吊子
還盼高人不吝指點

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