2. The lights of the nightclub are flashing and dazzling, illuminating the drunkenness.
3. The guards of the silent night, extraordinarily sober in this kind of early spring cold night, my mind floating, such as walking in the life of the string notes, immersed in the innocence of that, that moorings, abandon the daytime clamor and triviality in the quiet of the night to listen to the heart of the road to the extension of the wordlessness.
4. The moonlight at night is soft like water, shining is tender and lonely.
5. The sunlight of daytime is dazzling, shining is the hot blood love.
6. Alone in the window of the night, looking over the fence on the other side of the bank seems to have a touch of fireworks bright, although vaguely unable to see the splendid scene, at this time, but I feel as beautiful as fireworks in the mood to accompany me.
7. The wind outside the window, I quietly looked out the window on the balcony of the newly transplanted pots of peach blossoms, such as water under the moonlight quietly bloom. The faint fragrance of the flowers, floating in my life, to forever.
8. The night is as cool as water, the moon hangs on the skylight; the firefly breaks the wings, the candlelight washes away the love thoughts hurt
9. The wind, blowing away the night chapter, lightly embraced by the floating clouds, in the dark night sky slowly forward, my thoughts such as tidal wave through the clouds, a glimpse of quiet and deserted mountains and rivers, glancing at the serene and calm blue water soft waves.
10. It turns out that the heart still aches after waking up from a dream, and in this youthful night, I swayed my loneliness into a night of silence.
11. Alone on the balcony, standing with his hands up, looking at the moon, the night sky is not embellished with stars, the loss of noble temperament, appearing to be a bit lonely
12. sprawling moonlight, from the tips of your eyebrows quietly crossed, reflecting a shear of loneliness and silence of the silhouette.
13. At the beginning of summer, the twilight rain was cool, the wind blew the flowers thin, the shadow is not double, time and time again in the ink stained black night pen, but can not say, can not write.
14. The evening wind of the night rain, but there are early to the bleak, when the dust of the drunken soul of the snow, when the fragility of the rainbow stained the moment, when the heart of the love with tears to confess, a lot of nostalgia a song without sound, a thought of the cycle of a single song, stepped into the aroma, but there is no seasonal warmth
15. How many a long, cold night, you look at the starry dome, the moonlight of the skinny, hazy your daytime pretense of self-containment, you want to take the moonlight, you want to take the moonlight, you want to take the moonlight. You want to take the moon into your arms to fill the inner emptiness, but only see the lonely Chang'e Shu broad sleeves.
16. The bleak white moon curved, hooked in the past, the night is too long, condensed into a frost, who is in the attic cold despair
17. Xuan window, the water cold smoke, the green veil to cover the smile, the night is dark, the flower sleepless, leaning against the railing, the spread of thoughts, the qin sound scattered the warm incense.
18. A soft sigh, floating down in the moonlight, dissipated in the night.
19. Adrift, always in the dark one day, quietly falling tears, tell their own suffering.