I Know Not How, But As I Count
I KNOW not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.
I KNOW not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.
I still would mist in my eyes as I remembered some old and funny Chinese classic stories, which my grandma told us in those long gone nights.
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