Do not have Mian tonight, you walk into a poem in those end in, I entered a word in temporality in, often browse, caught light warmth. Taking be filled with the smile that be filled with, see you pull sleeve gently again, furl month of round small film.

Xuan Chuang arrives a month, the musical instrument music score that the rosy clouds outside cottage keeps, handle gently is carried, hover removes Zhu Yingsha Sha, la Yimei fetch. In the musical instrument charm with sweet book of embellish Chinese ink, spill an a lot of mellow trace again fragrant fragrance.

Wind is in canopy echo, that damp sentence bit by bit slip into brain, still outspread like moonlight to the heart in, resound of for a long time... who lifetime confused gave outspread distant, whether to still wear in chant: ? Detain of Pu of Ao Lian ? not does ? of Γ ? He bite approach of sex of ? ? figured woven silk material?

Musical instrument sound waves in the wind, flying seems a dream. I do not know lamp image is faint in, still have the accident of how many joys and sorrows. The callosity that dare not blame years and hasty, in the days that is in static beauty only, the heart is put be thankful!

I hide in the depth of the season of poetic word, saw the melancholy with homeless cloud, I heard Xia Hua is sung in caw of the sadness in nightmare, brimless darkness boils the dim light of night black, another fade, I hang blue feeling on the moon only...

Cloud San Mengxing, I saw true, that is 1000 sail after passing become silent, present whether are you mixed I am same, look at Yun Juyun quietly to come loose, cloud cirrus easy.

I am a passing traveller only, scan widely overlook, had not worn the look of metempsychosis, I am in only silent in lyric, late footstep, I am not to put in a person 's charge however. I come, it is to once stopped only, wen Wan old dream!