Night is young

In the evening, I came to walk in the park, a person, like a bird, a leaf, quietly into the night flash, such as, and to nobody, to hear people's conversation and laughter, only the ups and downs in the eyes of the night.
But tonight, in the beginning of winter frost cold season, there is not even a trace of wind, dark blue canopy on a first round of the month, slightly glowing yellow, tightly holding my clothes, and like me speechless .
Moon, Dark of the lake, varying shades of shadows, far or near the street, two or three passers-by ......
In such a night walk, I like a planet around the sun, the total can not escape from the original track.
And you, gentle as a feather, like the clouds in my heart sitting, smiling, never a bit off.
Looked up, I saw a bright star shining like an angel's eyes, the earth staring, touching eyes reminds me of the night our time, has shown signs of ________ water, extension of the boundless land, and you I'll go home , wandering in the night, the whole world away, and all worries are gone, and the warmth of your hands still spread my memory, people yearn.
See, Diablo lake light of street lamps swayed, sparkling, tall tower reflection in the water, motionless, and the shore of the shadows of the trees woven into a painting, depicting the lonely feelings, and my distant relative . But I have time to care, hurried steps taken piece by piece from the War. The chaos of the mind Oh, have long worn the heavy darkness, shouting your name the way toward the distance, could not find the return.
It turned out that night and then the United States, can only keep me slim shadow, but miss the wings tied not live.
Around the lake, roadside tall trees to the branches bare outstretched, quietly remembered the last event in the spring of that field, I do not know fatigue.
Osmanthus tree in front of the rows already in Hong eliminate their separate ways, never failed to keep the people happy eyes. I just remember the early Osmanthus fragrans opened in those days, how bright the sun, insects how merry, but you always smile, hide their sadness and anguish, the joy of sending the bits and pieces to me an abundance of beautiful autumn.
Happy Encounter, injury parting ......
Full moon still follow me, sorry to see him, but I still pleasant for full of sorrow, let the hot tears roll over to face, but can not remember the love ablation.
Has been related to the memory of your deep, co-moonlight and flowers, brewing a cup of sweet wine, from, in the night I always think of you quietly drunk, let the rouge cheeks shame evil all roses.
The bright lights in my eyes began to blur, fewer and fewer people in the roadside, where they go? No one can tell me.
Nap ah walked, I took another night off the one-way trip, legs and feet are tired, but also take the pain out, but not always welcome to your presence.
Not rest on superior attainment, the worry-free by 1000 lines.
Let me sing Zhang Xiangyi, gently with your dream and South, were this a sky ......