Miao Sai The star with crepuscular cadaverous time, the emissary of distance, Your glittering and translucent forehead is shown on the heavy curtain of setting sun, From the palace of your that blue, in the bosom of canopy, The what on Campagna are you looking at? The rainstorm is far went, wind is appeased come down, The forest that utter sad calls is crying on bush, Aureate flying moth, flutter lightsomely, Crossed the meadow with fragrant aroma. What are you searching on the earth of sleep deeply? Nevertheless I see you already dropped group of hill over, You are smiling runout goes, blue friend, The look that you tremble then also will subsequently die. Star already dropped green hillock, Resemble an argent sad teardrop. Those who hurry on with one's journey is pastoral looking at you from far, His one swarm sheep is in his back is following step by step. Ah star, will in this extremely dark night you go He Fang? |
Orignal From: Give a star
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