好玩好玩也借著寫一個 :-)

London on a nonchalant summer night,

opened my eyes in a dreamy sight:

undressed walking in the street with your eyes on my back...

You murmur, don't be bare as it's cold outside.

the Atlantic between us is vast and blasé

I wonder if It is just lust like the summer haze

You drift away yet I still

follow you to a bench at Parnassus

and  at Moffitt I hear your voice

your mind trace my flawless body I sense

But enter my dream you never since

wake up calm I wrote down this