丈夫思鹰写给我的情诗(21)
Until Black Hair Become Snow
By 思鹰
Never know how many times waiting for you
Never know how many nights missing you
Never know how many gifts want to send to you
Never know how many songs sang for you
Never know how much crazy I feel
Never know how much I love you
Until black hair become snow
until deep river become hill
You are still my true love
You are still my sweet girl
(1987/12/10)
--By Lunamia
