夏天的飞鸟,飞到我的窗前唱歌,又飞去了。             
秋天的黄叶,它们没有什么可唱,只叹息一声,飞落在那里。

APH加中心本宣——Wake Up On 1st July

一时兴起,我捞捞

Mr.Maple:



Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?


Thou art more lovely and more temperate.



But thy eternal summer shall not fade,


Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;


Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,...

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