The lonely moon sprinkled into the window bins of the past vividly,
Side of the head to think about is three years of review.
Like an ethereal dream that is already late,
like a half-bloomed flower, but the sound of the tune of the residue.
And you ride the night dancing in the wind,
Fluttering skirt mixed with the melancholy of the past life,
blurred eyes can not block your sorrow in this life.
You turned around and raised your arms,
a few moments of degradation, a few degrees of emptiness.
Like a miraculous scene that can only be seen in dreams,
like a delicate rainbow that can only bloom in the sky.
The half-extinguished bed-lamp flickered with the fear of sleeplessness,
and unauthorized clouds obscured the moon's haze.
And I'm a sleepless man,
The love and sincerity that wells up in my heart you may understand,
If this life is destined to be sentimental,
and how can I not wake up with the coldness of the dream.
A ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds,
and it fell on your body,
and you turned your back to me.
You are beautiful beyond measure,
You take my heart's desire away with your reserve;
I love you with a sense of righteousness,
I meet you in your dreams with my expectations.
? May 12, 16, 16:29, rain to clouds