我視萬象皆光影，唯獨見你是詩篇。聞盡眾聲皆塵喧，唯獨聽你似清弦。 I see the world in fleeting light and shade,Where every form begins to blur and bend.But you alone—a poem softly made,A line that lingers, carved beyond the end. I hear the crowd, a restless, noisy stream,Their voices thick with … Read More
