I AM THE THING YOU MISS, WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS PLACE.我是如此薄如蟬翼。我是你在渴望撫摸的光。我是微風的語言藏在樹頂搖晃的睡姿。i amso thin likethe cicada’s wings.i amthat lightyou wish to stroke.i am alsomessages from the windhiding among the swaying trees.words by Irene Leung.pic by furze chan
图片评论
0条