As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no en...
We can't play God, unless we sacrifice ourselves. Who says, anything is better than nothing. Who knows, the price of that anything. We can't change the past. Then how can we change the future? Coz what we will have tomorrow, all depends on what happened yes...
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bobandsmith:
奋斗的burning:
雅典娜:
在风月:
硕大无朋:
瑞波恩:
芥末小馒头:
黏我啊: