Spring is late, the night is longer. The soil retrieving, the object is usually, and people are not. This day, update the moon like a hook, the window is alone, and it is drunk in an article. Forcing your soul from the dream, peace of mind and silence to find the false emotions of the emotions, record the trend of rain and thin clouds, continue the plot of the leading edge ... look up at the sky, Cold and no tears lost in the years. Lonely and silent. I wanted to take memories again and again, leaving the sadness. Let the heart thrown the wind of the world. This is the monthly people, faint, but often with the wife, the same will be willing. Long last, until you are tired, love, tears, dreams awake! Under the Hui Guangyu, I will be trampolored. Emine the wind, in the depths of the night, with dust, until the dawn time, converge into intoxicated rays .........
