經濟,財務,統計學,數理科學與政治評論

You got an hour

That is what they say

It seems not an request

Sounds like a demand

a dying person without aids

I miss her so much

no more thinking but have to say yes

Hundreds of words mean nothing compared to Four ones

I Love you, Gracie

Thousands of thought beats no words from you

"You Love me" saves a lonely heart

"You want to marry me" saves the dying planet

a planet of wonder boy

Millions of misses can not escape your lovely tongue

As time is running out

The miss kills me

Tears in your eyes as I say love you

Red eyes seen from your face when I try hard to show

To show our loves

To show how much it has

Time is still running out

I have tears in my eyes

Billions of thoughts less than those words

I love you, my dear Grace.....