lost Spring
lost Spring
O my pen!
Why are you are tight-lipped?
Why don't you scribble?
Don't you glimpse?
My spring is lost and withered!
A vivid rose shed tears in the autumn!
Has lost its elegance and scent!
O my pen!
Why are you are tight-lipped?
Why don't you scribble?
Don't you glimpse?
My spring is lost and withered!
A vivid rose shed tears in the autumn!
Has lost its elegance and scent!