"Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing:
thou hast put off my sackcloth,
and girded me with gladness;
To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee,
and not be silent. O Lord my God,
I will give thanks unto thee for ever."
-Psalm 30: 11-20
2 comments:
如果
座位的温度
钢琴的情绪
混成优美的空虚
我想
短暂的心跳
会在电压摆动前
骄傲的死去
wow...i like dis poem!! haah it's better than mine lo :P
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