I roam about to come back in the sunshine
I write with the poem and draw a picture with one's own energies on the land of that stretch of pain, a every sentence is expressed, that love which life and emotion have. Between being common, sound that each to meet by chance.
Stroke pieces of pictograph on the finger bleeding, there is words talked in the sleep of those flowers and plants, extremely pain.
It is that trees, remember the realizing that time of you and me, the primitive ballad of the drifting fragrance at the end of the branch.
Time, one minute and one second has been wasted by me. Youth, has been spent freely by me again and again.
meshowfashion Because of in,it is one's own one already in I all give to trials and hardship and the mountains and rivers and spring and autumn such as homes one's own.
An old horse really falls drunkly in I hold in the arms, sighs overlooking that road to spread all over sunshine.
Ah, stone drink a toast with that silently, past event such as dream such as cigarette are being covered with slices of green grass.
Is that your foot sound? Earth of pain.
Is that your foot sound? Involve in wild autumn.
Is that your foot sound? Very close ends of the earth.
Every resting thing, in leave a lot of make memory that people enjoy endless aftertastes in a moment while being every, mostly in rhythmical and the metre in verse one travels day and night, Yu and Yu does commonly alone, leave mark a lot of agony and legend beautiful. The stone tablet lie in there time of thinking silent, in him and in the foot sound her, many sections of bright imaginations that dripping wet, quinoline of Xun and mottled oldest artistic conception, have left a lot of passwords in the mark shadow of the life. The wish that paddles and comes, the sail shadow descends slowly and lightly.
Remember that section of ruts, measure the emotion diligently. Getting great and wild on spreading that glass of wine, numerous and complicated ballads and smart soul like hating undisguisedly. That of all giving brightest wish and imagination, is rotating the colourful and dense figure in pairs.
Yes, foot sound, shut off oneself from society like this? The hurricane falls from it for me, has not feared in vivid spring and autumn.
Yes, please don't ask why is this on earth? ? Because and all scale and ford in the flowing water, scale and ford.
I, can only be under the sunshine, has lifted, that cup of dense thick coffee with sour and sweet bitterness.
Then, the youth of grazing in the moonlight quietly, let that flower burn my loneliness all the life.
Right? Distinguished and admirable eternal story and in the legend, bury among the woman mind that spend in that person, those beautiful and pain which a lot of lives of poetic masterpiece have, in the common movement, like in,pair one's own, no, at one's own deduction truth, good and beauty repulsive dances misty at the moment. Lock one's own heart, on that mottled stone, the mark shadow loved forever, with cultivating and taking good care of again and again, have reaped feeling for a lot of life
Have how much time 's 18 which it is curved, drifting fragrance pieces of passionate high-sprited bright ballad.
With that heavy foot sound, has sounded, you, my young movement and popular song.
In this way, there are a lot of kinds of things and gain and loss that can not suspect, come one after another, let you and me unbearable.
The thinking furiously of a variety of trials and hardship, like a raging fire like this. Forget pain of at yesterday and those joys and sorrows, OK? Double exposure is the poem of that page one with vivid page. Right? The emotion of the mountain path is painful and beautiful. In the memory of 365 for every section, dense 999 kinds of different spot images absolutely of soul. Then, it is like that for transparent strings many,it is the understanding and fill with those sour and sweet image and note of gain and loss, flying in profusions 999 kinds of different shade.
Yes, because I have already experienced those, have got deeply to that music on your heart.
Can't always forget the contract promise of that stretch of land. Always want to tell all one's own him and her.
Bringing that of the sunshine is longing for redly and poem feeling, Ah, in the light and water of words talked in the sleep with warm and beautiful life.
Why it will be a of every one and if, at all ends of the branch hanging on green tree, acappellaing in spring and autumn and those time.
Pretend, let one share, give that a unselfish one loud and wild very true, never regret everything one's own.
Right? The deciduous one is too graceful to lift that flag riddled with gaping wounds in the poetic masterpiece of a kind of life when not having, majestic experience in the telling of people of all in seeming. Yes, the deciduous wish is so bright, is not merely for showing a kind of process, but has inspired the dream of a kind of return to you and me, no matter go there, feel in mother's arms that so true and steady and sure. The deciduous drunk language is candid in wisps of sunshine.
In he and her each feeling of you and me, do not collect all honor or disgrace meticulously.
From then on, nature in words of the deceased, common a spring and autumn forever, he and those of her cultivate again and again forever too
Mottled that stretch of native soil of all memory. All richness become thin those mountains and rivers day by day.
In the dream of you and me, is so green purpose. Yes, on that nib of years, have touched the red land with denser and denser color. I, in that moving ballad like this, get deeply to former generations in the abyss of the mind, advance up it to four seasons in the pleasant scenery, realize deeply that the strong magnetism to water of a kind of emotion has arrived, the mountain feeling water dream of efficacious air, is taking a lot of kinds to imagine beautiful during the time in spring and autumn, embracing those fragrant and rich and gaudy poetic and pictorial splendor of the wish.
I, moor profit to be inferior to roam about, come back, can cure from the west that that piece snow lotus flower of dim light of night to you, fragrance all dreams and sincere emotion. In a kind of initial thanks sound, put on that transparent dress, a lot of surprised discoveries that flutter, record on those truth, good and beauty repulsive jumbo mask, getting ferocious I and those each surprise dream of you, poetic masterpiece in the love and hate. Have remembered that changes in temperature that the sunshine offers.
I roam about and come back, have come into that small log cabin.
I roam about and come back, sit by the well of the homeland pondering alone.
I roam about and come back, tell all to the sunshine and trials and hardship
