Door
At the bottom of an infinite lake
you find a narrow rusty rotten wooden door
and a sturgeon you wake
You sing him a folklore
that has survived time and forsake
He hears in your song a world to explore
away from the filthy and fake
He leads you fin through the flimsy door
till you see a blue shore
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徐海燕 - 维基百科,自由的百科全书 (wikipedia.org)