Pink Moon

By: Xiaotian (School of Electrical and Electronic Eng.)
Competition Year: 2016
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The eighth year of having aphasia for the viscount,
Much deeper understanding of illusion's beauty.
Too difficult to store a lovely moment,
It is the gaze ripples my heart.

You could expand slightly more,
Receiving all the simple purities.
Never, never lose the fragrant flavor,
It is the floating imagination.

Science and art are hiding behind the innocence,
Fancy sitting alone and meditating in Beijing.
I admit the existence of the subjective world,
But I desperately wanna explore at leisure.

I care for rosy down, twilight‘s whisper and pink moon.
I wish to take every single moment out, tasting with you.
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