II. Love my people

Through the darkness, I dream of spring, as seed germination as a rain again, first emerged.
You to me, step by step, towards the spring as the south wind, a slight smile, as if we are old acquaintances, has a long-lost kind.
Pliers in your chest inlaid sparkling crystal, illuminating as heavenly stars, so I am sure you are an angel from heaven ------- a lost angel.
Daily, you shelter from the storm for me, with me laughing to tears. When night comes, you surging tide of thousands, and holding a bouquet of roses as the moonlight, gently into my dream, exudes the sweet taste, let me be your arms full of grievances of women.
As you care, my little life in the sun and then the next boom.
But, my lovely angel, my only memories of such a miserable state, and my garden is so narrow, old, how can you bear to break the beautiful wings, and the expense of living in low under the eaves?
------- Please stay away from me, you fly your own paradise it.
The land of those cold chilly wind drift of smoke, and other-worldly air angel is incompatible.
Come, my angel, to heaven to wait for me.
Do not bear, do not give up, a small woman running around in the wind only his own life.
...... How do you not go? I shouted to hurry you.
The silent tears of big stars big stars from your innocent face fall, drop in my heart, hot ......
Go, my lovely angel, do not call me back, do not let me open the stupid lips, stretched crack that buried the love of the wound channel.
When you're reluctant to turn around, a heart ups and downs, you know fear, and fear of you, I do not know.