The Untamed
In the end, when I knew we have parted, when my weary flute halted the tune,
The voice calm as mountains and stoic as the pale of moon, warmed my heart through the ears,
All happiness is a lie, and the truth is ‘you’,
I proved it just now by my smile reflected in your eyes
You have proved it through the steps back to me
All the world’s resistance can’t restrain the pull,
The ado of the crowd withered and ceased
Heaven and earth decayed like castles of sand
In this instant nothing can be more novel, more raw
With the calling of my name I have been born just now.
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Untamed
PoetryIt's about Right and Wrong, Fair and Foul, Black and White but in the end it's about you and me Lan Zhan [These poems either convey the story of WWX and LWJ or are inspired by them(but not necessarily follow the course of their story)]
