To Nee, My Angel

Alleyways

独自在树林里/ Stepping along deep woods
湿苔绊住我的脚踝/ Damping moss touch my ankle
早晨写的诗/ Poetry morning writes
伏在桌面/ Lied upon desk
粗喘着，嗳/ Gasp with sigh
从你手中的迷迭香/ Rosemary holding in your hand
或插在我的耳朵/ Or to wear on my ear

Your's yong
12.Dec.2008