母亲
迎上门来堆一脸感激, 仿佛我的到来是太多的赐予; 探问旅途如顽童探问奇迹, 一双老花眼总充满疑惧。
Night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, “I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.”
迎上门来堆一脸感激, 仿佛我的到来是太多的赐予; 探问旅途如顽童探问奇迹, 一双老花眼总充满疑惧。