Weng Fan wrote to Yang Zhenning's letter (how to make the old man can not be spring!)
Give all the best in English (read the translation, I know that my language is also a mess 55555 .........)
People who write translations are also very strong!
(The translation is after adding)
Cold here, icy cold there. You belong to neither, leaves have withered. Your face is pale and blue, a tearful smile. Something in your eyes, whispers words of last good-bye. My heart sinks down, tears surge out.
This is cold, it is colder. The dead leaves witnessed, and the monarch. The sigh is bleed, and tears laughs. Jun hot tears, muttering, is difficult to say. I am deep, my tears are like a tight.
Hot summer. Cheerful Cocktail. You took my hand. We fled into another world of ba nd. You sat by my side, long hair tied behind, cool and killing. Smile floating on the lemonade, soft and smooth. How I was? Amazed . YOUR face. You led my hand
Cool summer. Still recall the cocktail party. Jun Zi's hand, share the world. Sitting on the side of the monarch, the long hair is born, herself. Smile. Surprised, especially special magazine cover. Rotate, Jun Zi, Crazy Dance.
Light vied with wine, elegance mixed with fragrance, laughing covered by greetings, the crowed was busy at handshaking. You stood there, eyes on me. I trembled at the sparkles, brighter than the light. A masterpiece from God, I felt dizzy. WE WERE NOT NEAR, YET We were together.
The lamp is glow, and Fang Ya corresponds to the laughter. Jun standside, beautiful.莹 莹..... This will be the masterpiece of God, so dizzy. Although it is very far from the king, it is similar.
Days ended. You said, you would wait for me at th e Alps side. We would ski against snowflakes dancing in the sky. I gave no answer but a good-bye to accompany your flight. Gone was the plane, I suddenly tasted my pain. I knew I had been silly and stupid, you were in my heart, I should not have hidden in the dark. I tried to forget your disappointment. I made believe sometime someday, I would tell you, I feel all the same .
Going in the past. Jun Yunjun will be in the mountains of the Alps, skiing under the sky of snowflakes. I want to say it, but I bless. The plane is getting died, and the heart will suffer. I am deeply known, and Jun has stolen, and I can't be indifferent to the dark. I tried to forget the loss of the king, but I didn't end. When I was a day, I would like to tell the heart forever. My thought struggled at confessing, somehow hesitation ended in flinching I continued my role of a fool, clinched to my maiden pride, yet secretly indulged in your promise of the white land -. Snow measuring down to us, in your arms I am lifted Up. The chiming of christmas bell!
I am struggling in confession, retreating from time to time, hesitating. It's fooling to marriage, but I'm sinking the king of Jun. Snow, Jun pull, 意 very much, listen to Christmas bells.
The bell died in the patter of rain, from hell came the laughing of Satan at my brain. Tearful smile, swallowed by the darkness. How could I trace your hair to wipe your tears? My hands reached out, catching nothingbut a raindrop, on A Leaf That Had Withere.
The bell was suddenly raining, and it was a laughter of Satan. With tears smile, darkness. I want to find the tears of the king of the king. I reach it to face, there is no one, but the dead leaves are dripping.
Snowflakes have melted Into water, we are no more together. Snowflakes are gradually finished, and they are all in the world.
