Midnight in June
I stand under the mysterious moon.
I stand under the mysterious moon.
An opium vapor, moist and dull,
With a hint of psychedelic dew,
Exhaled from her golden edge,
Radiating from its golden outline.
Drop gently, drop by drop,
Soft water drops, dripping slowly.
On the quiet top of the mountain,
Climb to the top of the silent mountain.
Sneaking around drowsily.
Lazy singing
Into the valley of the universe.
Into the valley of the universe
Rosemary nodded on the grave;
Rosemary staggered to the grave.
Lilies lie lazily on the waves;
Lily waved gently.
The mist wrapped around its chest,
Thick fog wrapped around its chest.
The ruins became a resting place;
Destroy the rotten part and fall into a deep sleep.
It looks like forgetting Sichuan. Look! That lake
It's like being forgotten. Look! lake water
Conscious sleep seems to require,
Sleep quilt of consciousness
I won't wake up anyway.
Take it away from this world.
All beautiful women sleep! -Look! Where are the lies?
All beautiful sleepers will wake up!
Irene, her fate!
The goddess of peace and her fate!
Oh, Ms. Brett! Could it be right-
Beautiful goddess! Make everything perfect
Is this window open to the night?
Open the window at night?
Wild air, from the top of the tree,
The disgusting air comes from the treetops.
Laughing through the cubicle-
Laughter fell through the grid.
Invisible air, wizard rout,
Air without body, a feast for wizards.
In and out of your room,
Clean your room, go in and out
Waving curtain canopy
Blow up the curtain of the sky
So intermittent-so terrible-
Off and on,
Above the closed fringed lid
Above the tassel-covered dome
Hiding under your sleeping soul,
The lies of the soul are hidden in the rain of hypnosis.
From floor to wall,
Covered the soil and washed away the fence.
Shadows rise and fall like ghosts!
Like a ghost's shadow rising and falling.
Oh, dear lady, aren't you afraid?
Love, have you ever been afraid?
What's your dream here?
Why does this beauty only appear in dreams?
Of course, you come from a distant ocean,
Across the distant and deep ocean
These garden trees are really a miracle!
Be surprised at the Woods in the garden
It's strange that you are pale! Strange your clothes,
Surprised at your pallor and clothes.
The strangest thing is, the length of your hair,
Surprised by your long hair, surprised by all this,
All this is solemn!
All these silent solemnities
This lady is asleep! Oh, may she sleep in peace,
Sleeping lady!
This is lasting, so go deep!
This patience is deep and powerful!
Heaven will protect her sacredly!
Heaven is her sacred sacrifice.
This room was replaced by a more sacred one,
This room is for a more sacred change.
This bed is more melancholy,
This feeling is full of sadness.
I prayed to God that she would lie.
I prayed to God that it was just her lie.
Always keep your eyes open,
Eyes that can never be opened
When the pale ghost passes by!
When the gray ghost passes by!
My love, she's asleep! Oh, may she sleep in peace.
My sleeping lover
Because it is lasting, it is profound!
This is an eternal and endless sleep.
Soft may be worms crawling in her!
When bugs are crawling around her!
In the distant forest, dark and ancient,
The distant Woods are dark and ancient.
For her, maybe some tall vaults spread out-
Open the grave for her.
Some vaults often throw its black.
The underground mourning hall is thrown into the arms of black.
The winged panel flutters backwards,
Spread your wings and fly back
Victory, over the crest of a feather,
Victory, through the coffin with the top ornament
Her grand family funeral-
A luxurious family funeral
Some graves, distant, lonely,
Some graves, far away and lonely
Whose door did she throw at,
She was thrown into the door of death.
In childhood, many idle stones-
In childhood, useless gems
Some graves from outside whose voice door.
From the door of some graves
She will never demand an answer again,
She can't respond.
It's creepy to think about it, poor son of sin!
Terrible idea, son of sin
It was the dead man who groaned inside.
Death groans in it.
Savor every song of Thorpe. This is a sad poem.
This song is a poem by edgar allan poe.
Anna's Germanic crying is very slow.
You can even read this poem while listening to the song.
Let Anna take you into the artistic conception of poetry with her voice.
You will find that all the pictures will come into your eyes.
Version 2: At midnight in June,
I stand under the mysterious moon.
Hypnotic fog.
Overflow from her golden wheel,
Drop by drop, drop by drop,
Dropping on the quiet mountain,
Elegant and harmonious, walking quietly.
Dive into the open valley.
Rosemary is sleepy at the grave;
Lilies lazily lean against waves and water;
Hold the thick clouds in your arms.
The ruins also fell into deep dreams;
Look! That lake is like forgetting Sichuan.
As if immersed in a sober sleep,
No matter how you look, you won't open your eyes.
Dumei is sleeping! -Look! over there
Liar Elena, her fate!
Oh, beautiful girl! Is this appropriate—
Open your little window for the night?
Let the erratic breeze branch from the tree
Laughing through the gallows-
Invisible wind, like a wizard.
Flying around your bedroom,
Gently lift the curtain by your bed,
There was a time—it was creepy—
Run to the enclosed rimmed dome,
Sleeping under the dome, your soul,
Suddenly across the floor, across the wall,
Up, down, like the shadow of a ghost!
Oh, girl, aren't you scared
Why are you sleeping here dreaming?
You must come from a distant sea,
The trees in the garden must be surprised by this!
Strange your pallor! Strange your clothes!
Especially surprised by your long hair,
And all this is so solemn and silent!
The girl slept soundly! Oh, I just hope,
May her sleep always be so sweet!
May God accept her and take care of her!
Make this bedroom more sacred,
Make this sofa sadder,
I prayed to god to let her sleep like this,
Never show those eyes again,
As long as she lingers in bed, those demons!
Honey, she's sleeping! Oh, I just hope,
May her sleep be as sweet as this forever!
May insects only crawl past her gently!
May it linger in the distant forest,
A high grave opened for her-
For a long time, this tomb has been visited many times.
Turn it into a black square stone with wings
Successfully threw back the coffin with the top decoration,
Because of the funeral of her extended family—
The stone tomb, lonely and long,
She used to throw stones at it,
When she was a child, she went to its tomb door-
There is an echo tomb at the entrance of the tomb.
She will never explain the echo far-fetched,
Think in horror, guilty poor child!
That's the groan of the dead in the grave.