The moon came from ancient times, dragging its heavy steps.
I'm all ears. In my dream, you are near and far, far and near.
Countless times, I climbed to the top of the tall and thin mountain by moonlight.
Western jackdaw in the west is counting, and his thoughts are flying.
Youth is like a sword hanging high, which may fall at any time and cut off its head.
Those nasty thoughts and despicable souls are waiting to take off after drinking again and again.
Night, dark mountain, dark figure,
Become smaller and smaller in the ambiguous moonlight.
Missing is fermenting, from soul to body.
I hold my fingertips tightly, and only mosquitoes are suitable for survival.
The night is as dark as ever, the moonlight is still pale, and love has become a drop of mosquito blood between the fingers.
Maybe I should ride on such a night, from the beginning to the end.
Pursuit, following subtle clues,
Until I find the floating lamp in my heart.
All simplicity belongs to the girl, and the heart is suitable for family.
The moon at the top of the willow leaves parted after the silent dusk and climbed up the vast dome.
Miss the ages and start to walk again.
Old dreams are blurred, and the past is blurred. This situation is suitable for singing away.
Feng Huang Yu Fei, Feather.
And I finally chose to board the plane. Only tall, thin and lonely mountains suit me,
Suitable for my lonely, weak, but extremely sensitive heart.
Exiled in such a dark night, all the poems look pale and powerless.
I am too pale to write about my inner smallness, or whether I am broad and distant.
Wrinkled into an ocean of thoughts, dripping water on such a night.
I'm speechless, beyond words. Let the soul and mind go, Qi Fei.
Those primitive impulses repressed in the body can no longer be put down, and this moment begins to rush.
Burning. My blood is boiling. Those evil thoughts that live in the world wake up,
Waiting for excitement. Use this night, use this moonlight.
Began to indulge and fill the whole mountain.
None of this is providence, from the moment I decided to be kind.
This is predestined. Powder is just the appearance, but the inside is as small as a shadow.
The wind at night stirred my inner anxiety and the edge of the bun began to get wet.
Sweat is dry and wet, wet and dry on such a night.
Loneliness is magnified again and again. Loneliness is boundless.
Shout, I want to shout with all my strength.
It seems that only shouting can vent the depression in my heart. This boundless night
Too deep, too heavy, too strong. Maybe I was a wolf in my last life,
That's why there is such loneliness. So I like to indulge myself on such a night,
That's why I chose to board the ship after I was exhausted.
The cool breeze is joking with me, the moonlight is joking with me and the dark mountain is joking with me.
Maybe I am a joke myself, or live like a joke.
Those experiences are as vague as this night, but they are untouchable.
Realism exists in an instant. When everything is calm, it returns to nothingness.
Maybe I should love this night. Compared with putting the cart before the horse, this is understanding.