Silently, silently Be mist? Be the cloud? Be smoke? Still be rain Dusk spring, be in boundless and indistinct Be like move in be like waving misty rain The sky of length and breadth of land, brimless earth Become emaciated it seems that insignificant River water, halcyon and natural Spoondrift is being appeared be reluctant to leave triflingly Had flowed from the gurgle below the foot, ground of honor permits no turning back In run quickly to the prairie with childlike attitude What be there? Be hill? Be the sea? Or Green hill is like black, verdure is about to drip. Misty rain Become a longing fold epistolary Give distant place down running water take along sth to sb. Was accomplished In misty rain, abundant abundant ground Expecting to do not have the encounter that make an appointment Crepuscular, calm and chilly The song of nightingale, long and crystal Forest the footstep asymptotic between gradually far, here The night of dusk spring, between heaven and earth A noisy all the time Orphean song Vocal, of flourishing flourishing age Send opportunity of survival, those who do not write is classical Let feeling follow running water, Dripping wet of merry and lively, if unreal is like a dream Drunk! The dusk in prairie misty rain Do not have idea to repeat the garrulous set phrase of former days Lift the silhouette of clearly past no longer Follow wind and stand, along water Zuo Let the soul, bath is in In the misty rain of the prairie that is like unreal like the dream Either Ji Huaxiang is fumed so that if wash,the tear flows |
Orignal From: Prairie, the flower of one season is sweet in misty rain
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