三毛的声音# WaterWorld - 未名水世界
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Highway 99
I hike along highway ninety-nine,
on a journey to the true love of mine.
I want to measure the distance to my destination,
but no sight of mile markers measures my frustration.
From sunrise to moonrise above the skyline,
I’m thirty-three miles closer to my love shrine.
From a desert to a lake-side gas station,
I’m sixty-six miles closer to my elation.
When snow eventually melts in sunshine,
I’m ninety-nine miles closer to sip my love’s straw wine.
When wind and dust paint my hairs gray,
I wonder whether my lust leads me astray.
I hike along highway ninety-nine,
on a journey to the true love of mine.
I want to measure the distance to my destination,
but no sight of mile markers measures my frustration.
From sunrise to moonrise above the skyline,
I’m thirty-three miles closer to my love shrine.
From a desert to a lake-side gas station,
I’m sixty-six miles closer to my elation.
When snow eventually melts in sunshine,
I’m ninety-nine miles closer to sip my love’s straw wine.
When wind and dust paint my hairs gray,
I wonder whether my lust leads me astray.
