SONG OF MAY Comes from the blue Jay--- for him, the wounded sky no longer gray ~ ~ ~
Upon the soft pillows of hay Spring Lovers lay--- your perfect feathers dance in the everlasting ray O, 我的小妹 Come away Come away! Never too late to learn how to fly! O, 我的小妹 五月的你-- 嗓音如此迷人 歌聲那樣 嬌美! 作舟'06 |