An Autumn's Tale

When night comes, curved crescent according to the sky in a full window Seiki sent.
This time, who wound between mind and who?
By the cold wind, I do not nostalgia, not long-term perspective, smiling, serene looks to be a woman.
But there are untold number of missing and did not fall, such as the mist spread, so my mind it hard.
You carries a red rose, like a cloud, came south to fight, laugh Q: Qing Li the wind and in impermeable to whom?
Looking back at the sea, my tears quietly drop for long.
You sighed, brushed my hair and whispered scoff: silly girl, you forgot about me?
I used to lonely, look at you kind of smile, can not tell the accident and panic.
You say that I no longer dream of age, why send me dream? Please do not use a firm promise that fascinated me, and do not like the question Taoxintaofei me so that I fear and loss.
The story of Cinderella with the prince, but fairy tale ......
Parents, do not pluck at the strings in the moonlight, do not get my tears, even if it is full of happiness.
Parents, please do not give me singing those beautiful and sad poems, have you accompany, my heart had already received a warm and quiet.
Although, I was so naughty, your dreams will go white-bearded old monk painting
Although, I always told you kids to get you do not speak.
Although, my commitment and you cannot always worries.
But, if you want, let me who your favorite poem read to you in the morning, in the sunset, gently read to you, let time stand still and let the trees and flowers have forgotten noise. This time, you will find heaven in front of us.
Pro, as long as you want, I will always read, so that all the days after the day on a cloud, and my reading, because you will be the life and death reading.
Late at night, the insects are chirping grass tired, but I still could not bear to sleep for fear of close your eyes, you will fly with the dream, never nowhere to be found.
You laugh: No, every morning we start with facing the sun, take you home in the evening, so you do not envy other people the opportunity to accompany blind date.
This feeling is really beautiful, like a glass of wine, I deeply drunk. But I still worry, fear you more weight.
Pro, you see, you have your south, I have my plain, as is also pull is not on the total peach daisy hand.
You laugh again, there is a reasonable, nothing is impossible.
Spring and Autumn can be I'm just a little boring and vulgar woman, how can the existence of this ambitious, with your love?
You look at me, watching the moment I do not blink, and said: Who told you that I encountered, not the others.
I do not know how to deal with you, I look submissive to pick up, quietly past your shoulders, touching your hair, and skin cool earth, you want to invest in the distance ... ... to avoid entanglement with your eyes, for fear I will fall in love with leakage Your secret.
Some cold nights, wind some lonely, in such a really good time, we hesitate to leave behind all alone, looking at the horizon at both ends with the Origin of serpentine water flow, the strings were ask to see stars on moving down, rustling flowers ... ...
This time, the moonlight pale, water flow, you, me, me that is you.
Heart have, like song, also like dance.
Water, swim under the wet you my chaotic thoughts.
Wind over, flying the soul of our dance.
The cloud in the sky are also graceful flowers out, wipe the crescent again ......
Even without the moon machetes, even without Meteor, Butterfly Sword, two people dead, now, have switched perfect.