The word not spoken
goes not quite unheard.
It lingers in the eye,
in the semi-arch of brow.
A gesture of the hand
speaks pages more than words.
The echo rests in the heart
as driftwood does in sand,
to be rubbed by time
until it rots or shines.
The word not spoken
touches us as music
does the mind.
无声的语言,
并非完全听不见。
它荡漾在眼波里,
表露在眉宇间。
一个心照不宣的手势,
传奇私服,
胜过万语千言。
萦绕心灵的回音,
好像浮木浪迹于沙滩,
传奇私服,
随着岁月的消磨,
不是燃烧,就是腐烂。
无声的语言,
传奇私服,
触及我们的情感,
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传奇私服,
恰似有声的音乐,
魔域私服,
最无奈,不过无缘,
拨动人们的心弦。