The miracle of Johannes becher
Come on, what kind of miracle happened?
I can see with your eyes,
You follow in my footsteps,
I know everything you didn't say,
Your words are like the wind ...
Your existence is my recovery-
Come on, a miracle happened to me?
What happened was a miracle,
I approached myself through you.
My existence is you, you are here.
I found that I didn't show my gratitude ...
Another song I wrote down (still perfunctory ~):
Virtue virtue
Herbert Herbert.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright! Sweet day, so cool, quiet and bright!
The combination of heaven and earth-the perfect combination between heaven and earth-
Dew will cry for your fall tonight; Dew will cry for your departure tonight;
Fortoumustdie。 Because you have to leave.
Sweet rose, angry and brave, a beautiful rose, with rosy and gorgeous colors,
Let reckless gazers wipe their eyes, which makes people who pass by in a hurry wipe their eyes.
Your roots are always in the grave, your roots are always in the grave,
You must die. You must die.
Sweet spring, wonderful spring,
Full of sweet days and roses, full of beautiful days and fragrant roses,
A box full of candy, like a box full of fragrance,
My music shows that you have your turn off, and my music shows that you have also terminated.
Everyone will die, everything will die.
Only sweet and kind souls, only beautiful and upright hearts,
Like air-dried wood, never give in; Like dry spare wood, it will never be deformed;
But to turn the whole world into coal, even if the whole world turns to ashes,
Then there is the leader's life. Still radiant.
(Not targeted, in general. . . )
I found myself too negative. I opened the previous copybook and saw a whole book "Don't stand at my grave and cry ..."