You come from the south（三）

Clock swing, the time of the boat, will sail to where exactly?
Side across the landscape, we were silent.
But, I can not simply be shelved his Heartsongs, thoughts such as the birds leave the nest, in the darkness under my eyes from drifting out again.
Met, separation, this two depart from each other flowers entangled with each other, in the time of sunset river holding drunk, drifting away, the by, the mountains have stooped to.
Love to not love, together to the end shall be scattered. Vast things, meet parting, split scenes to pieces. God did not let you I have a pair of wings is in order for us to seriously learn afar?
Landscape across the thousand, pour a glass of wine in the newly sprung chrysanthemum frame, we and the breeze and drink separately on the road, and as like trying to meet people, portrait, until unnecessary.
Nonetheless worth of efforts to touch the hearts of bright, no longer match.
So, I became once again silent, as if deaf children, get rid of the whole world, shielding all the noise, can only hear your breath and the voice of hidden blood; can only hear my joy, and soul sing depression; can only hear We are again in the night in the fantasy and passion.
Days of repeated overlapping of life like a knife, cut the warm day and night.
Our dreams are still there.
Look, the three little knowledge is more and more ethereal in the moonlight is becoming tight in the strong wind, an eye-catching flowers, braved the cold cream, head out from the crevice peered resolutely.
Through the wind, a butterfly, from the misty rain in the south, flew leisurely to it ......