Another night, another relic dug out from the past! Yes, I am talking about another one of my chinese poems written circa 2001. And thus shall we began,
长夜空余恨, 孤身有何畏? 无奈人寂寞, 难求共枕缘。
Gee, how come i can't write any of these mushy stuffs now?
hey, wad happen to u?? suddenly so emotional huh.. heehee.. cant imagine u're the composer.. well, its reali mushy to read fm ur blog bah..hehe..nevertheless..gd piece
Voila! In view thespian amateur, cast empathetically as both martyr and miscreant by the metamorphosis of Moirai. This mien, no mere mask of modesty, is a memento of the "bourgeois assumption" now void, forsaken. However, this mettlesome tribulation of an archaic mortification stands invigorated, and has pledged to subjugate these totalitarian and antagonistic tyrants, engineering corruption and the decimation of personage anarchism.
The only deliverance is retaliation; a fracas, held as a votive not in delusion, for the implication and authenticity of such shall one day advocate the observant and the righteous.
In truth, this prolixity of circumlocution deviate most grandiloquent, so let me simply add that it's my very good reverence to be acquainted with you and you may call me Thomas Cai.
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hey, wad happen to u?? suddenly so emotional huh.. heehee.. cant imagine u're the composer.. well, its reali mushy to read fm ur blog bah..hehe..nevertheless..gd piece
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