[旧]九点
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九点
九点
秒针分针一起动
脚趾翘了一下
一些灰尘醒了
风筝飞
扯着天
疼
谁在哭
九点 太早了
鬼不会来
我所事事
挂在九点的墙上 |
This poem is interesting.
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NINE O'CLOCK
- by 兰若
Nine O'clock
The second hand moves with the minute
Tip toeing a second
Some dusts are wakened
The kite flies
Pulling the sky
Causing pain
Who's crying
Nine O'clock, is too early
The ghosts aren't coming
And I haven'ta thing to do
But hanging on the nine-o'clock wall
九点
九点
秒针分针一起动
脚趾翘了一下
一些灰尘醒了
风筝飞
扯着天
疼
谁在哭
九点 太早了
鬼不会来
我无事可做
挂在九点的墙上
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