How I wish
You could see me now
The winds and frosts haven't yet come to erode
Autumn rains haven't yet drizzled down
The season of youth is far away from me again
I am already in the pavilion and I don't have worries and I don't have any fears
Now, it's the most beautiful time to be here
The heavy doors are locked
Who knows my lotus heart after the fragrant smiles
Who knows you who are not destined for me? p>
After the fragrant smile
Who knows my lotus heart
You who are not destined for me
Either you are too early or too late
Flowing fireflies run in the moonlight, the silver river seat is full of lotus heart, the soft river ripples, the wind naughtily kisses the green leaves, the leaves playfully dodged, the lotus stood tall and said nothing. Just and the music that comes from far away, dancing, occasionally borrowing the moonlight to look at their own graceful reflection, hoping to meet at the most beautiful time.
I opened my eyes to look for your figure, but you are immersed in a dream, that dream makes you smile is it me? You tiptoe for fear of waking me up, but you do not know in order to wait for you I did not close my eyes all night.
Praise me too many verses, I do not want that gorgeous words, in fact, I long for that simple eyes, can look into the depths of my soul at a glance. Instead of the mellow interpretation: out of the mud, I would rather put into the arms of the lover to love properly.
I will not be delicate and charming to attract you; I will not be as passionate as the fire to burn you; I will not be gentle people to snuggle up to you; I can only quietly think about the silent care, from time to time to hang on to, I can only do so!
The summer wind swept by, watching your thoughts dance into deep blue, my hands can not touch your melancholy, my beauty for you to bloom, my song for you to sing, my heart for you to look forward to, my love, just for you!
Only the dragonfly patiently listen to me, your footsteps in a hurry, I do not dare to look at your eyes without love, blocked by the distance is the emotion or the reality of the pallor, I do not dare to ask.
"Envy such as ice such as jade, mud root bias clean, the remaining point, Fangxin bitter", my heart from the Tang poetry and Song Dynasty, with a faint fragrance came slowly, that floated up the long hair, that raised is picking the hand of the red lotus, gradually lost in love into a bitter lotus, and from now on, the lotus of the heart has been!