prophecy
Author: Qifang
The day of this heartbeat is finally coming.
Your night sigh is asymptopic
I listened to the owner of Lin Ye and the night style.
The elk is taking a fine broken hoof of the teasing.
Tell me, tell me with the song of your silver bell
Are you a young god?
You must come from a gentle south.
Tell me the moonlight there, there is a sunlight.
Tell me how the spring breeze blows the flowers,
How is the swallow feel embarrassed with green poplar?
I will sleep in the song of your dream,
That warmth seems to remember, and it seems to forget.
Please stop, stop your long-distance rush,
Come in, here, there is a tiger's bed, you sit,
Let me burn every autumn deciduous leave,
Listen to my low and low singing.
The song will be as depressed and high,
Fire will tell the lifetime.
Don't travel, front is a boundless forest,
The ancient tree is in the flavor,
Half-half-dead vines are swattered,
Miye can't miss a star.
You will not dare to put down the second step.
When you have heard the first flight empty echo.
Be sure to go, wait for me to walk with you,
I know each safe path,
I can sing a song that I forgotten.
Give you again, give your hand.
When the night's thick black covered us,
You can look at my eyes.
I am not listening,
Your foot is not paused for my trembling,
The breeze like Jingmu floated this yellow faint,
Disappearing, disappearing your pride of foot ...
Oh, you will finally come like a predict.
Did you say something, young god?
