Hill rod

When I look far away, when my heart is still thought of you, forever strangers!
Spring has long gone, too, must go in summer, osmanthus fragrance of the day, you will follow the autumn Tayue but to What?
You do not say anything, such as the sky clouds, misty again.
Leaned over, I asked withered lotus, meet exactly at what time is it at the red autumn, or winter snow have? It does not answer, only to level the bowed our heads, quietly hidden depths of the lotus leaf.
Permanent stranger, you were not waiting by the gradual lengthening dry the past, day and night without leaving.
How can only put a little heart so big miss?
The night comes, the more bright lights of the city more lonely, street, crowd, laugh, have fled in my eyes, collapse.
I am like a bubble inflated, breathing progressively more difficult, only Hong Zhaoyan repeatedly Tolerance, not quiet so as not to send voice.
Really want to endorse the moon in water, then How many pieces thin fishing stars, thus you imagine the shadow of China and the United States, how materials are easily broken on the floor.
So, I can only dream Looking back on the track, Ce Zhang hills.
Hill is just a noun. It is under my feet can feel time slowly solidified into rock.
Cao Jian passing wind, rolling hills floating in the moonlight, hidden in the crevices of rocks and bugs with hiding their feelings without saying a word. Only brown birds, flying into the sky, a group of another group of swing, first wing was gone, and term trees swaying in the wind like a spring of clear laughter.
Put aside all the pomp and vanity, I stood on the high hill to see the blue sky of clouds, watching the river and the streams filling the spring, there are rocks, wearing empty. Gradually, I grew up and became a staunch old trees within the nature, glow in the fresh spring buds, but not swagger, but strong like a rock, quiet as mountains.
And you, my eternal stranger, in your direction, where my only look into the distance.
Time zips by, the wind shifted to move on.
Konoha outcry, fly, like all the time flashing a clear gloss lonely, galloped over my body, move to the hills to the back of falling down. They certainly would come back, by the way, I took fleeting, even if all the downtown has nothing to do with me, even if you are a permanent stranger would I affectionately call again.
Leave the world alone to die, but who is also escape the conclusion.
Death was terrible, I just want to win more time in the high hills will be staring you again, blessings, even miss the string pulling pain is not always a strong mind.
As for what time of death, how to die, and i really do not think too much.
Perhaps, like most people, the infirm, the death took the opportunity to grasp my arm, I put on for the narrow cold black iron clothes, like a stone cast into the lake, like me, deep down, so ripples gradually stopped, the water regain calm.
If the ripple does not stop, then the world will be how the turmoil and unrest. More, of course, if you know the people living below the beautiful calm without a pile that is not fragrant bones, which can cherish a good mood, looking at a beautiful lake created imagine Bik, such as Lake may be buried below 10 Du Mother sank jewelry, or coal, or the legendary mermaid.
This loss is extremely indecent and impact on the environment. Might as well dig a pit and buried, filled, let the grass grow back, even with the surrounding landscape into one. If someone asked, or a permanent stranger you Laixun me, "Where is she?"
"Do not know."
No one knows where I am, then you can play to their imagination Hui-hung, feel me everywhere. If I was to know, will smile, laugh as a youngster so innocent and sweet.
But more often, I always dream to see his suddenly died in an accident, did not have time to bid farewell to you and all my family, and because of lifeless ugly, usually deliberately destroyed to maintain the image of all, came to the hasty See my last side of the left do not want to remember your appearance. At that time, if my soul is still wandering the air will be deeply disturbed, self-blame, sigh, shame and regret.
Thought to want to go, might as well put in his own shell fire, scattered in the wind, down from a clean ______ although I do not like fire.
To give you leave a good impression, no matter what time I should die more comfortably, look better, so that you occasionally remember the days after me, is my good. Perhaps this sounds very funny.
All because I love you, would care so much about your ideas, and even death way.
Death can occur at any time, if death comes, I will openly face. However, when alive, please allow me to work to your deep love you in a way, your name carved into the beautiful heart of hearts, so that life from full, full.
I decided, in the remaining days of love for you to like the snowflake, quietly underground, have underground, in your sleep when Hou.
When first snow has not completely melted, followed by another under a, have, the light, the overwhelming, when you finally find snow in the next, and the next very big, he himself had been wrapped in a thick one layer.
This is the only thing I can do to you.