Old ship is flowing adagio toward terminus, Former clank iron bone, become rusty already mark is full of stains or spots. This final one Cheng, it still is holding high head, Although dated sail appears a little dilapidated. Old ship, by domestic old ship, After lifetime a situation full of danger, that halcyon bank, the terminus that is its lifetime. It will be over there Be broken, or by abandon. But whether do you know, this all one's life, Before pass you countless times, his heart Be deserted? The wind of how many much dirt, how much pliable stone, How much transient river bank, still have The lights on fishing boat of below that curtain of night countless bits and pieces ah... I wish they forever happy, forever young, ! The flute that lets old ship rings for you again, Had gone like countless before your same, But won't be this hurried and the greeting that pass, I wish one day you can remember this is grave with rising and falling... My friends ah, never mention it the destiny resembles me same, Be broken eventually, or by abandon... |
Orignal From: Old ship
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