Our dream will be waken by a crash of thunder in the sky.
The sudden downpour naughtily teases the passerby.
Our desire, hatred and passion are interminable.
Why do you still fall in love with the man? My dear angel!
Chinese paintings & calligraphy about all Charles Wu's poems
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem