昨夜青侣

They do not inject jealousy but beautiful memories. The memories, being piled up yesterday, today and tomorrow, are sweet, real and everlasting.

Write a poem of love and let the brush stroke the happiness day by day forever.

昨夜青侣

我看见的他们甜蜜
他和她贴着对方
就像鸳鸯
也似花蝴蝶

她靠着他的肩旁
他揉着她的腰
不装作也不炫耀
亲切得舒服

玻璃的反光我看清
一丝丝的温柔深刻
她随手的挑逗很熟悉
就连亲嘴也唤起了记忆

巴士送走了小青侣
却带不走回忆
记得你的一且
记得你对我好

Saturday, 18 April, 2009

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