Prophecy
This is a heartbeat of the day finally arrived.
You sigh night footsteps like asymptotic
I hear clearly not the forest leaves and the night wind the whisper,
Elk Trail Chiguo moss crushing hooves.
Tell me, with the Silver Bells song you told me
You are not predictions of the Young God?
You must come from temperature depression in the south,
Tell me where the moonlight, there's daylight,
Tell me what the spring breeze blowing open flowers,
What is the Chilian with Willow swallows.
I will close his eyes to sleep in your dream of singing,
I seem to remember that warm, but also seems to have forgotten.
Please stop, stop you long to run around,
Come in, here is a tiger mattress you sit
I Shaoqi to pick up every autumn leaves,
Listen to me sing my own songs whispered.
That song, like fire depressed it will be its highly
Flames will tell the life of fallen leaves.
Do not forward, in front of a boundless forest,
Ancient tree is a wild beast spotted the body text,
Half-pay half-dead kind of vine snake wrapped around,
No leakage of leaves in the next stars.
You will not sheepishly down the second step,
When you hear the first step in space very few echoes.
You must go, so me and you peers,
My feet know the path of each peace,
I could go on and forget tired of singing songs,
Give you, give you a gentle hand.
The thick black night interdiction us,
You can instant, looking at my eyes.
I am excited about the song You're not listening,
Your feet Jingbu tremble for my suspension,
As solemn and quiet breeze drifting across the evening, the
Disappeared, vanished footsteps of your pride ... ...
Oh, you finally said silent as predicted from
Silent away the right, the young god?
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