WISP fen, scattered

WISP fen, scattered Yu pillow dream between, dip has xiaoxiang rain, cry was old months, I saw has, cold rain, heater, ask Shang has mind, that years, that people, memory in desolate of autumn, in withered and of deciduous in, dense into you of face, I remember, that a Senhyaku of line of years, is you of beauty, let I charms in barren of earthly in.
Memories shallow, swing in red dust in drifting, birds Yingying, dance in sky Xia of chanted, a China years, a first love songs, is who played up has parting, cherishing gone of youth, to past of years buried, buried into time of deep, infarction pharyngeal silent, forms the no statements, only visited to Xiao sigh, let Qing piano in of dust, stagnation in you of fingertip, just may, that moment of you, fall of piano die young, is a song constant ancient of love, to we of all, imprint in Yang up of music in, as horizon of deciduous galloping, I, will heard was see, you for I and sing of song.
Thousands of of parting, coming to an end Department of found back, point lit in reincarnation in of solitary lamp, always hope was who, read was who, with was mottled dusk color, sprinkled Xia night sporadic, whirling was that innocent of face, has Juan of color, has sweet of taste, chest in that little of heart, quietly of beat from, cannot with speech to expression then of feel, only think that months as you smile as bright, in that star in slowly of bloom, slowly of dies.
I sat in the corner at the end of the night, quiet grief, still silent, looked at your figure, was that a wave of PEAR whip, shake a little broken under the Moonlight shadow, turned around and so depart. Until then see your shadow, I sense back to God, in the heart of micro-language, but silent, only Montreal's melancholy, in the e-star in the Moon, as the whispers as somniloquy, farewell with you in that year.
E of the night, Moonlight of a person, a person's tears, left turn and so farewell to die young.