May 08, 2006
The bridge, the pride of the islands
but isolated lands.
No further sadness for two islands
No more blue tears come out from the eyes of the islands.
On endless blue sea, golden but reddish bridge is set.
It is set to let grieves drive away from the green areas.
Long and strong bridge was the solution.
The solution was made by those pure souls.
As they wish, hundreds of hands,
thousands of times,
millions of hopes
were participating in one of the greatest work in the world.
Between those mild blues,
The pride of those souls,
were finally built in the middle of two islands’ sorrows.
We call that Golden Gate.
posted by dudeswithpens @ 3:59 p.m.
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