00:00/00:00
外链地址
http://www.eemp3.com/audiofile/8f6702d0ab2b180ad80be0fcfb8727d0.mp3
点击复制Steam bends the view the rim contains
A mirrored wood through fragile panes;
I sip the warmth the world distills
Its beauty smaller yet it fills
The leaf afloat begins to spin
Predicting change that grows within;
No oracle just simple sign—
That what we take becomes divine
The taste recalls a thousand things
From laughter’s note to autumn wings;
Each memory brewed but not confined
Each sweetness steeped in state of mind
When cup is drained the stain remains
A ghost of joy in porcelain veins;
I bow my thanks to what is small—
For in the part I find the all