Be slept lightly from inside sleep by it again, The lute in the late night! The Bei that who is is thought of, It is whose finger, Resemble a chilly wind, Resemble a miserable rain, Fall like flower, When this night is deep, When this sleeps, The dare is worn the bowstring all alone of close hurried, A note of the ancient Chinese five-tone scale of part of business of random impact palace, Mixing this late night, waste market, Willow tip of the branch has incomplete month to hang, A, half rounds incomplete month, Resembling is broken hope he, His head Dai Yiding blossoms cap, There is iron chain on the body, In time on the road mad like jump, mad like laugh, Was over, he says, blow the lamp that papers you, She waits in sepulchral beyond, Wait for you to kiss, Wait for you to kiss, Wait for you to kiss! |
Orignal From: Pi of Pi of midnight deep alley
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