Sweet petals are smiling
She's beautiful. Qing Xiang floated into her nose.
Until I opened my eyes and looked at the morning.
Memories in the gloom of the window
She can open it at will.
If nothing, if it's white, if it's red.
Sneaking is the real smell.
Attacks from each pink petal
There is not a trace of trouble for her.
One of her green stems is flawless.
Slightly bowed his head and patted my face.
This kind of illusion outside the dream does not need to be extravagant.
That's how she exists.
Breaking in with another illusion.
Sleep in the breeze all night.
I always hear dripping in my dreams.
A water crystal grape.
It seems that the mouth is greedy.
They become clear water drops.
Honey is stored in the stomach and lungs.
When the body rolls gently
Cool and watery grapes
Burst straight under my body.
Wet nutrition soaked the body.
Reach out and touch the crane.
She has floated out of the window.
Clouds in pants
Hanging in the distant sky
I'm a little angry.
Taste the sweet morning of my grapes