Dusk, such as cotton, flowers a dream（二）

After two days of weather that will be a substantial cooling in the winter has been in close proximity.
The face of cold, warm hands warm heart How do I?
Plain rich, folks seem to all clothed, sit back and relax, no one discovered that I am still empty-handed, look bleak.
Sad, is not destitute, just because you lost.
Call stringed, drawing the left eye, I find along the way a virtual you.
Lin flowers will wilt, can not take away my thoughts of clusters, even years, they can only let my love keep warm, like a fish ------- endless swimming in the water go, always enthusiastic, and even plants can make it around a half a day.
Hazy sky of fog, is a sparkling river, and I was one of a swimming fish.
Look, the two sides on the gravel plain, filled my door waterfront dream, a gentle wash to wash the words, lyric, confession.
've Had enough mud and water, and the vicissitudes of life, cried moonlight, Xiao Sheng and bamboo flute, I'm still alive, swimming, swim to a have your direction.
Gradually, the light faded.
Road and shoes, summer and autumn, King and the Concubine, heaven and earth ...... for Love with each other, and I live in the world, for you, toward the end of time, nap.
Fog, like the cat gently, a little bit of spread, stained white houses, the streets, but also cemented the tiny drops of water, such as mustard wet clothing with lawn and human cheek, so I can drift with the clouds between the ribs, the pace more and more light , more elegant, like the twilight, alone over the plain.
This time, my mind is quiet, light is my obsession.
But, in the fog, in the nine ileum rough, I did not in the Piedmont, stop the water. Because, knowing you are on the other side, a bridge to cross burning in my eyes, I can not see the shadow of been stuck in some of the shore, knowing that you are the gold jade, I just can not put your heart melt in your hands into the blood, and only a few meters away the shore, down to despair. This is my pain, my sorrow my pain I do nothing, this is the edge that is life this is what I can not escape the love!
Throughout the ages, generation after generation in the story, you and me one after numerous, hilarious tangled hair with the pillow in the end scenes, the drama about their lives, played many games sentimental thing. Now, why do you why do I do not have a way to each other?
Hazy fog, tanka when crying.
Years too, I am unable to dream of drifting you, only turned away, wandering alone in the fog.
Because of you, I'm wandering alone, like a pool of youthful, seemingly quiet, in fact gorgeous. Even if the mist soft hands, wet heart, I finally could not bear to say it, afraid of waking, life and broken dreams of a quiet pool ... ...