20 views
Flute
The sound of flute is in my mind,
Let me remember the whole rhythms of my life.
My wish is to go back to my motherland,
Getting together with my friends and families.
When the dark is approaching,
My thoughts are tided by my missing of meadows.
The scenes are inspiring my heart to seek for my dream,
Which the beautiful melodies immerse in.
My flute is a symbol of my hometown,
When I play it.
My tears shed, and my sorrow appears on my face,
Until the time is frozen by our stories and memories.
© jack05234
Let me remember the whole rhythms of my life.
My wish is to go back to my motherland,
Getting together with my friends and families.
When the dark is approaching,
My thoughts are tided by my missing of meadows.
The scenes are inspiring my heart to seek for my dream,
Which the beautiful melodies immerse in.
My flute is a symbol of my hometown,
When I play it.
My tears shed, and my sorrow appears on my face,
Until the time is frozen by our stories and memories.
© jack05234
Related Stories
