Dream at Night

QingChang broad field fines, ManWu butterflies, birds, singing is clear. The spring we said goodbye to the heart gently back fortresses, entrenched bags, began chasing the dream, then farther each a rainy day, we no longer remember the eaves of shelter, each flower, bright moon, less than you never caught sight of my busy walking, suddenly is only a very dull night in the moonlight, you and I looked at each other laugh, discovered we have wrinkles faces.

Ever dream cracked the timesong, childlike innocence smiling face covered running poignant, flower smiling at me, a drizzle, who would remember that a clapping silent promise.  herve leger skirt for men

Hard all the time with the hands of the pen stay, but the beauty of the pen dream only remember once scenery, but could not write a future aspirations. In the dim light, that whispering sound seemed in recounting another unknown story, quiet night I leaned on rail silently looking at that lake lake Yi ripple not functional, but very touched by this in the shade unremarkable insipid. herve leger skirt for sale

Nowadays wind a table of red, bright moon repose the old acquaintance depicting the yearning, sparse stars are children naughty, blinking eyes listening, the frog is not sleep, summer night, everything is so ordinary, everything is so vi-sion.

The wind blows to the ears of the left you dream, static summer night is awakened by the touched you have, or I never close those tired eyes.