warm light flashes warmly,
leisurely , I walk slowly, leaning on the
railing and overlooking the coast of the sky,
I think thoughtfully
When I step down the last step of the pier,
my misty eyes finally see Clear the way in
the the brightness hidden deep in my heart is still like that bright beacon guiding me on the
even though I have been away from you for many years , leading me to your side. . . Slowly knock on your door, I still miss you , listen to your voice, I miss you silently, when I step out of your sight , I miss you ardently, my moonlight, even if never see your beautiful face Your faint and yellow tenderness will never be forgotten . It will always hurt my heart. . . The pigeons in Trafalgar Square fluttered like feathers and scattered the yellow flowers in the courtyard in front of the old house The yellow flowers flew like butterflies and disappeared, you quietly approached me and asked I miss you, my moonlight , every time I breathe, you are there . You can count the hours, minutes , and can you count the years in the past? My thoughts about you don’t need words.
I don't need the affirmation of the oath of the mountain alliance,
because
the moon on the horizon testifies to me that it also illuminates my thoughts
when it sprinkles the mountains and the sea .
. .
Sometimes I'm close to you ,
sometimes you're far away,
forgive my cowardice, but I can't get rid of its fetters
in front of you, who is not stained by the dust of the world, only through the wine in the cup, I can reflect your far-away shadow though You proudly go farther and farther, but in the cup you are still smiling at me, like a faint and hazy light spot rippling on the surface of the microwave in a summer night . . . I walked down the holy river in white clothes and repented and complained about my dusty heart, my dusty body is still dirty even under your splendid bath, I raised my hands and prayed to the gods . I do n't want to forget the tears you left for me in this life . I once thought that my promise would be like the iron tower of the thousand years . The lamp burns out in front of you I walked through the rolling path and saw an unfamiliar door, but I know that behind the door there is a so familiar you lying under the flowers and trees in autumn waiting for the promise to be fulfilled my love Please forgive me
The end of this world
can give you
only this promise. . .
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