Pen and Lens
Pen and lens
are the two main things to my living
for instance.
By these two I capture all,
all those are not in my fate at all!
A beautiful sky,
a moment thereby.
A lover's heart
who is not near, not far apart!
Sometimes a moonlit night,
or sometimes the decaying time which I want to hold tight.
Or the emotions by which I can make him stay.
By which I can convince him to walk together, a long way.
As in my fate lose is destined,
therefore I try to hold everything,
by my pen, by my lens,
forever sustain.
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