If I be the first of us to die/Let grief not blacken long your sky/There is a change but not a leaving,for just as death is part of life/All the gathered riches of our journey/The things that made us laugh,weep or sing/The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring/Each giving and each taking/What we were, we are/What we had, we have.
坏人伯
2019-10-20 14:59:20