Palm reader
译/一江秋水
You're staring at my palm
It seems so funny to me
Don't say anything about tomorrow
Do you see you're hurting me?
My hand is being burnt
By your tender fingers holding it
And your pretty voice is a sharp knife
That's stabing into my heart
手相
文/万龙生
你为我细看手相
是不是有些荒唐
还需要预测什么
此刻我正受重创
正是你纤纤十指
温柔的话语目光
已把不愈的伤口
烙在了我的心上 |
