In the unseen world, I could see, you are standing in the twilight world, quietly reading the discourse of the strings attached to miss in the moonlight.
Today today and I can only stand in the twilight world, seen through dusk of the Han Chuang, gradually fade into complete darkness.
So, you're in the night, I leisurely reading road: dark Crow, small vertical hates who? Urgent snow at first glance over the fragrant Pavilion flocculation, breeze blowing into a vase with a slender neck and a bulging belly, heart Word has become grey.
(C)
It is a dream? I meet with you in under the Moon and flowers, in pairs and couples, printed in his eyes full of affection in the heart of shadow.
It is a dream? I walk with you in the midst of a slight drizzle, soft to accept rain water, as if the water is a beautiful flower of love.
It is a dream? I would lie here with you at the table, looking lean on a railing, readily smile asked school how to write two words.
It is a dream? I walk with you in the evening you're in, hand meet all wait for each other, waiting for each other.
If it is a dream, why my memory so deeply, as if at that time being long shine in the Moonlight of my heart.
If it is a dream, why my mind is so confusing, like dew drops at that time to my heart, bone, penetrating into every inch of my skin.
If it is a dream, why my overflowing heart sad, as if written every word have engraved in my mind, let me pain penetrating heart prickly heat.
If it is a dream, why my mind is full of do not care, as agreed between you and me has become my life vows.
Liuzhou tobacco, dusk-cage Lu Watts. I independently under cold roof tiles, lonely under Han Chuang, Yao dusk somewhere.
Under Twilight days, even if only a cold month, Oh that dream under twilight days, even if the floating clouds to disperse sorrow, oh a dream.
Dreams, Oh have you.
2011年8月18日星期四
Twilight days
Twilight days, Yao han Chuang fog
Twilight days, stands on its own within the Han Chuang, feel the wind gently blows with silk, blew away the beam of thin window light.
Through the book, I clearly saw a wheel as solitary months sad hook hanging in the sky, it appears to be no Yuet Wah Sala in the sad Street, Liao Ruo exudes Dim light like a morning star.
Why always this night, moonlight as water fog will let me remember those little fragments.
Everything that had in the past, have water flow years earlier, but still as I connected that led to the memory and thread-like, let me continue, acting out.
Tunnel through time and space, frozen in time several years ago, casually met with you, taste of love at first sight it flowed slowly like a soft tea on my mind.
That day, the sea and sky, the bluish. I sat alone in the twilight between the taste of every word you talk, reveals the everlasting love between whispering.
That day, Yuet Wah like water, vanish into thin air. I wander between dusk, looking back to your every movement, light wind of Yat in idleness and generous.
Only a quarter, you will become my dream silhouette; only a minute, you have aroused my feelings, only one second, you will make me care.
Luo in dusk light exhibition between sleeves, hung down the thin shadow, in the twilight days of cool color long think you became my compulsory lessons.
(Ii)
Mist, I sat in the cold reveal, remember that every moment of the past. I moonlight as China finally penetrating thin as cicada's wings Silk Clothing, penetrating into the frost of cold my heart.
When you're gone, when I have carefully constructed a cutting wind chimes as free gifts to your way of silk on my mind and endless love.
Air blue touch red, red streaked infection a blue wind. When I wish the wind chime sounded with the wind, you'll hear me call your sound, Qing-Ling to shake all over the floor in the open air of Acacia.
Air blue touch red, red streaked infection a blue wind. I hope the wind chime fall down the wire, is implicated you my red line, blue in the blue air, a more ancient unchanging love.
However, since the day you leave, no sound from Yao. For you, and never cut off because the mountain sky high; read you, will not block because of wide circumference. How many times a dream empty tears, tears wet pillow, not looking forward to your return after all.
I was in the twilight, raise your hand for months, looking forward to your information. Wish I could hear my oath of the Moon, I care for you, for your love, silk passed to you.
Twilight days, stands on its own within the Han Chuang, feel the wind gently blows with silk, blew away the beam of thin window light.
Through the book, I clearly saw a wheel as solitary months sad hook hanging in the sky, it appears to be no Yuet Wah Sala in the sad Street, Liao Ruo exudes Dim light like a morning star.
Why always this night, moonlight as water fog will let me remember those little fragments.
Everything that had in the past, have water flow years earlier, but still as I connected that led to the memory and thread-like, let me continue, acting out.
Tunnel through time and space, frozen in time several years ago, casually met with you, taste of love at first sight it flowed slowly like a soft tea on my mind.
That day, the sea and sky, the bluish. I sat alone in the twilight between the taste of every word you talk, reveals the everlasting love between whispering.
That day, Yuet Wah like water, vanish into thin air. I wander between dusk, looking back to your every movement, light wind of Yat in idleness and generous.
Only a quarter, you will become my dream silhouette; only a minute, you have aroused my feelings, only one second, you will make me care.
Luo in dusk light exhibition between sleeves, hung down the thin shadow, in the twilight days of cool color long think you became my compulsory lessons.
(Ii)
Mist, I sat in the cold reveal, remember that every moment of the past. I moonlight as China finally penetrating thin as cicada's wings Silk Clothing, penetrating into the frost of cold my heart.
When you're gone, when I have carefully constructed a cutting wind chimes as free gifts to your way of silk on my mind and endless love.
Air blue touch red, red streaked infection a blue wind. When I wish the wind chime sounded with the wind, you'll hear me call your sound, Qing-Ling to shake all over the floor in the open air of Acacia.
Air blue touch red, red streaked infection a blue wind. I hope the wind chime fall down the wire, is implicated you my red line, blue in the blue air, a more ancient unchanging love.
However, since the day you leave, no sound from Yao. For you, and never cut off because the mountain sky high; read you, will not block because of wide circumference. How many times a dream empty tears, tears wet pillow, not looking forward to your return after all.
I was in the twilight, raise your hand for months, looking forward to your information. Wish I could hear my oath of the Moon, I care for you, for your love, silk passed to you.
Love can not be copied
Love can not be copied
Always think that if that year not encountered you, my love is going to be? Will the more romantic and colorful? Will more unforgettable? Years we have been to no longer dreaming age, fuel rice cooking oil and salt daily necessities of those naive romantic has become reality. Life is given to us more responsibility.
Perhaps born romantic feelings in his bones, even thirty years of age, without losing the sentimental.
Some small arts and cultural complex, likes to observe subtle changes, sensitive and volatile. Will suddenly shed tears, felt dejected because. Hi Shad, moved to sing. I know, some things, even if the time, place, thing, environment has changed, or does not change, that is the heart of nature.
That year, I met you and started a romantic love.
That year, we separated, ending, pain, hurt, and growth.
Every life has a different wonderful, section is no longer replicated.
I have, it is sufficient. Turned up this page, perhaps more wonderful in life, give yourself some renewed courage, the courage to accept love.
At one point, I always feel guilty, hurt you, I kept saying sorry. But I suddenly found himself is black and blue, and who told me that I'm sorry, who I say I'm sorry. Kindness is so always see himself brought the suffering of others, but I don't see that they still bleeding wound.
Turned up this page, I don't mind no longer tell you sorry. In a world where feelings, no I'm sorry, what did you do for him, what he paid for you, just talk about love, who has spoken, you have to ask, what did he do for you?
Down has the past feelings, did not recall that there used to be the happy memories, tomorrow no longer dream of no future, no longer hard to find.
Always think that if that year not encountered you, my love is going to be? Will the more romantic and colorful? Will more unforgettable? Years we have been to no longer dreaming age, fuel rice cooking oil and salt daily necessities of those naive romantic has become reality. Life is given to us more responsibility.
Perhaps born romantic feelings in his bones, even thirty years of age, without losing the sentimental.
Some small arts and cultural complex, likes to observe subtle changes, sensitive and volatile. Will suddenly shed tears, felt dejected because. Hi Shad, moved to sing. I know, some things, even if the time, place, thing, environment has changed, or does not change, that is the heart of nature.
That year, I met you and started a romantic love.
That year, we separated, ending, pain, hurt, and growth.
Every life has a different wonderful, section is no longer replicated.
I have, it is sufficient. Turned up this page, perhaps more wonderful in life, give yourself some renewed courage, the courage to accept love.
At one point, I always feel guilty, hurt you, I kept saying sorry. But I suddenly found himself is black and blue, and who told me that I'm sorry, who I say I'm sorry. Kindness is so always see himself brought the suffering of others, but I don't see that they still bleeding wound.
Turned up this page, I don't mind no longer tell you sorry. In a world where feelings, no I'm sorry, what did you do for him, what he paid for you, just talk about love, who has spoken, you have to ask, what did he do for you?
Down has the past feelings, did not recall that there used to be the happy memories, tomorrow no longer dream of no future, no longer hard to find.
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