Rose Lu ( Bing hua )
At the masquerade
You were the prince
And I was the Snow White.
When my waist felt your hold softest of all
The blue melancholy
Danced hence into plumes of smoke
Off the dancing floor.
The bell made the midnight toll
And you took the leave but glanced back,
Leaving to me
A mask of love.
Then a red rose
A red rose bud
Lighted on the long stairs.
BY Rose Lu(Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy
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