The moon is helping mast up to stand The sea faints to sleep in nocturnal bosom I am shaking a head in the moon Hum singing cradlesong The child of the sea You that by the limb of wind, airing A pair of eyes of black buildup are bright light That light comes from the lamp in the moon Bosom is worn this sea I rise slowly to all directions in the sea. Author: Liu Yongzhou |
Orignal From: The child of the sea
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