West Coast Jazz
在别处。
在别处。
淤泥积，又见 岸草的清寂
“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