Serge:
Gilbert Cocteau, you were the greatest flower to ever bloom in my life. / In the faraway dreams of youth, you were a bright red flame, blazing so fiercely... / You were the wind that stirred my branches. / Can you hear the Poem of the Wind and Trees? Can you hear the tumult of our youth? / Oh there must be others who so remember their own days of youth...复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
