Watershed

hey love is that the name you're meant to have for me to call look love they've given up believing they've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall but don't you believe them don't you drink their

He was there the night the wall came down. He lost her in the endless crowd, in the shadow of St. Stephen's cross. He sent cries aloft for his fellow man, his fingers slipping from her hand, the rain

Dark water draining north the heat Swells and bursts like plague. tambourine Glides onward toward the grave. Who drew the line? Who drew the line between you and me? That everyone sees? Darling,

i died in a car crash two days ago was unrecognizable when they pulled me from the gears no one's fault, no one's bottle no one's teenage pride or throttle our innocence is all the worse for fears

it's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. it's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. all my books are lying

沉鱼落雁等夕阳待归程 我倚窗泪落黄昏 晚霞伴着风淹没这座山城 我的心关上城门 心如水寂寞犹如绣花针 针针刺痛我心神 你在天涯能否听见那回声 声声都是我的魂 我望大雁归程 想念留在屏风 你在远方我是否是你所爱的根 看那大雁归程 雨落下纷纷 潮水拍打着窗门 我的心疼 在梦里回温