I feel pain, drowsiness and numbness in my heart.
Covered the whole body, like just drinking poisoned wine.
Like opium in the brain—
Sink into the Leeds River;
I don't envy you for having so much fun.
It is your happiness that gives me too much happiness.
In those wonderful and beautiful places
There are green beeches and countless trees.
You, the agile spirit in the forest.
Let go of your voice and sing in summer.
Oh, a glass of wine! It's already underground
Buried in cold storage for a long time, raise a glass to taste.
Think of flowers, dances and goddesses in green villages.
Think about the songs of Provence and the joy in the sun!
Oh, the cup is full of warm south.
Full of true knowledge, full of red light filled with the fountain of inspiration.
Pearl-like drops of water faded on the rim of the cup.
Purple covers the lips;
Drink it. I want to get out of here.
Fly away with you and disappear into the dark forest
Fly far away, melt away, forget, be quiet.
You hide in the branches and leaves and never know.
Those tired, fanatical, anxious, those people
Sit down and only hear each other's lamentations.
Paralyzed the last few sad white hairs.
Young people become pale and skinny, and then die.
All thoughts are full of sadness.
Heavy eyes filled with despair.
Beauty cannot keep her bright eyes.
The new love died the next day.
Fly away! Fly away! I want to fly with you.
I don't need Baxter's carriage and entourage.
Only by the wings of invisible poetry
Although the dull brain is chaotic and occluded:
By your side, the night is endless and gentle.
Sitting on her throne a month later.
Stars, all the fairies around!
But there is no light here.
Except for the occasional light from the night sky, accompanied by a breeze.
Cross the road covered with dense green grass and moss.
I can't see flowers at my feet.
What kind of fragrance hangs over the branches?
In this dark night, there is only conjecture.
Sweet fragrance is given by season after season;
Shrubbery, grassland, Yuan Ye full of fruit trees;
White hawthorn trees and wild roses;
Violets wither rapidly in the green leaves;
And may's favorite child.
The roses that are about to bloom are covered with wine dew.
Waiting for a low-key summer evening
How many times have I heard this night?
I almost fell in love with a quiet death.
Calling his name gently in a thoughtful poem.
Pray for my peaceful breath to dissipate in the air.
At the moment, death seems to be very close.
Let life rest in peace at midnight without pain.
When you pour out the song of the soul
What ecstasy are you carrying!
You'll keep singing, but I'm blind.
Only a handful of dirt listens to your solemn elegy.
Never die, immortal bird!
The hungry generation can't trample on you.
Your voice was heard by me for a short night.
In the distant past, kings and clowns also listened.
Maybe the same song floated in.
Ruth's sad heart made her cry.
Homesick, standing in a foreign land;
How many times has this song been sung?
Touched the psychedelic casement and was pushed away by the princess.
On the dangerous waves, on the forgotten fairy island
Forgot! This word sounds like a bell.
Push me away from you.
Farewell! Fantasy can no longer play the tricks she is good at.
Can't lie any more, this deceitful devil!
Farewell! Farewell! Your sad song has disappeared.
Sweeping across the lawn, the stream becomes quieter and quieter.
Climbing up the hillside, it is now buried deep in
A distant valley;
Is it an illusion or a lucid dream?
The song disappeared.-Am I awake or dreaming?