Brief Hour Upon The Stage
“If we must eventually fail, what an adventure to be players at all.”
“If we must eventually fail, what an adventure to be players at all.”
Winter this one out Summer anywhere.
“The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.”
谁赢，谁输，谁走向舷梯？谁第一个说出她的名字？ 他曾经是我秋天的兄弟， 如今他已经在数黑夜和白天
星辰中 太阳和心的轨迹 一朵，永远的一朵 映红海滩
Sun threads dance Bold notes rise,From the edge
For you
跨海清光无际
Not by chance, but by choice he stands and hers