At this moment only danced on the wonderful strings - it is fate kindly choreographed: in the night long and starry autumn night, gently flooded with a circle and a circle of ripples!
The night breeze whisked across the windowsill, swaying a few plants on the balcony growing under the moon, as if the heart of the planted hope, can not help but push open the window, waiting for the wind to blow up the sycamore leaves, waiting for the moon to climb on the windowsill of the time, waiting for the autumn bugs to sing the infinite thought ......
Push open the window, poured the moonlight, such as rippling, and like dark scent filled sleeves, and the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, and the moonlight, the moonlight, and the moonlight, and the moonlight, and the moonlight, and the moonlight, and the moonlight.
The moonlit night is silent, flowing quietly in time, the night - with a black dark blue dress, in the rhythm of the music dancing skirt, circle after circle spinning out of the soul of the high and pure! The top of the snowy mountains in the distance, covered with white years, will not be far away from the sleeping trees in the valley, shaking awake in the wind.
Listen to her sing and dance, listen to her tell not far from the dawn ......