The bird
holds a dewy gardenia in its mouth,
kisses my cheek.
Eyes,
flashing with dreamy shadows,
smiles moistening sweet lips.
Wake up, wake up,
Baby, wake up.
You are calling softly.
(1)
You sit up suddenly,
Raise your vivid black hair,
Open your light yellow curtains Window,
The wind blows at you gently.
You smile quietly in the morning,
My fingers search for the bright sun in your eyes,
The corners of your mouth are raised lightly,
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Baby, you still haven’t won the morning sun.
(2)
Time always comes leisurely in a carriage,
It says that even if it is an angel,
Cannot be docked either.
So, your angel wings flap in a hurry,
Just because you also want to ride
This is the carriage of the old man with the white beard that no one can miss. .
The skirt that moves with rhythm,
in your spinning footsteps,
and the bread that you have no time to swallow.
(3)
Strangers occasionally smile at you,
You become familiar with their breath.
However, you just care that the osmanthus flowers all over the city are trying hard to bloom.
Say hello to the life you are familiar with,
Just like the old monk in the temple is always telling the same story to the young monk
The same beginning, It seems to have the same ending.
(4)
The sun said he was tired, yawned and stretched.
He didn’t say hello and hid on the other side of the mountain.
You shouted, come back quickly, come back quickly.
No matter how anxious your little face is like the clouds of the sun,
No matter how much your little hands keep waving,
It will ignore you or not. ,gone.
(5)
You want to talk to the moon, the moon is in the clouds.
You want to count the stars, but the stars are also hidden in the clouds.
So, you hugged your sheets,
opened your eyes and looked at the white ceiling
and watched him smile at you from a distance,
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Then, in the dream he gives you, close your eyes and fall asleep.