The Re-imagined‧重組想像的

Music Flows

/Sabina Sun (05/15/2009)

There’re birds flying out of her lips

When she sings, the spring comes

There’s rhythm flowing down the hill,

When she breathes, the air becomes fresh

Let’s read along with the wave of poetry

When piano plays, the flowers blossom,

Let’s walk along the riverside and listen

When wind blows, the leaves start to groan

The street lamp gutters, the people smiling, Innocently

When swallows return from afar

Rabbits still hold each other, giggling

When fingers touch the tone of heart, it clips

And naturally we just follow

The flow of music