Screaming voice ... I hear a crying voiceThe voice of hot people calling on the soulI'm not a dream I never can hear a voice of my heartI can not hear the sound of spring bamboo growingPeople are constantly shoutingPain in my thoughts and sorrow Pain in my heartNever hear with invisible voiceNobody knows the true appearance of shedding tearsThe voice echoes like an echoQuietly crossing the mountain range The poet ~ Now person ...
I hear a crying voiceThe voice of hot people calling on the soulI'm not a dream I never can hear a voice of my heartI can not hear the sound of spring bamboo growingPeople are constantly shoutingPain in my thoughts and sorrow Pain in my heartNever hear with invisible voiceNobody knows the true appearance of shedding tearsThe voice echoes like an echoQuietly crossing the mountain range The poet ~ Now person ...
