Others because you did not keep, That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine, Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face。
“On a dark desert highway,cool wind in my hair,warm smell of colitis,rising up through the air。Up ahead in the distance,I saw a shimmering light,my head grew heavy my sight grew dim……”