A chair, a few, we sat in the window.
Aroma Yingying, strands of white mist curl. We are each other depending on the, warm with each other, the common reading materials Autumn Night.
You activate me this evening, or I refresh your evening?
You take my evening optimization, or I put you tonight sublimation?
Faint moonlight, has been away from us. Streaks of neon light in peripheral vision to steal in, the moment of our kiss and set-piece in the white wall, we very much like that of the meditation of the Monju. Needless to say nothing, a myriad of silence is everything. Just as in the Buddha's smile, to all the expression, to all the interpretations.
Off the noise outside the room, the impulsive off outside the room to outside the room off the temptation to bring the story of those who should not belong to us off outside the room.
We do not care about the deep and shallow night, black and white.
Only you and me.
Only and you alone, I have a kind of relaxed, and only in your companionship, I can release myself, back in your own.
Since you are driving into the distance walking in the mountains, with fresh, pure and simple, there was the original unchangeable.
You then strands of fragrance in room floating, floating around in my soul.
What are you talking a good life, or simply not to be complex ethical custody. Busy life and loneliness of life go their Yangguan Dao, which it can not be greater, which is more happy, which is more happy.
You say life is your shape, lose a form of another shape, curl fragrance is your God, dyed green water is your shape. How can we be limited to Orders? In fact, there is no one thing is to give up can not afford to lose since that the most important thing, monsters are not down.
To give you added the water, in fact, I continued with the situation, continued with my thoughts, my crazy.
Light of the cup, full of my thoughts, faded color, concentrated in poetry.
Meng night, leaving only corner to hook on to the ancient city of hook Rumeng Xiang.
I am gentle with your mouth on my night very tired and only if we jealously guarding its loneliness.
Bring you into poems?
Elegant in the night sky, then this is the kind of happiness?