Close to the horizon, on the side of the water

Close to the horizon, in the water side, is your temptation such as lotus fragrance, or your crystal clear attraction, willow riverbank, new dew clear Aster, youth as open as a lotus, like piccolo blowing in the Acacia dream, the sound of the pipa at night, gently probing into the long night. Cut a candle Acacia rain, like you embroidered lying on the dream riverbed, mandarin duck column, red pillow, tears in the rain curtain, like a pipa in a dream.

Spring crow light rain, cage worry light moon, Sheng song Qiong Lu chaos, like rain curtain dream talk spilled, smell Yilo fragrance milk, warm to the nostrils, dissolved Jianshui, seems to listen to the pipa play, a song Dai Mei Silian, the nestling eaves, in the dream. The years in a drunken dream are like your heart, like the sound of wild geese and rain, singing softly in Luan dream. The phantom in the glass, the clear lotus dressing in the pond, a stroke, a swing, like a Reed flying out of Qiongguan, ran and fluttered in front of me, and your naked fragrance, like a lotus, floated in the lake of youth that night.

The painting building in the glass, the sprinkling in the screen, like the image of the butterfly dream, extradited in the tall building of the dream. Several times of temporary employment, several degrees of Xiaohan, the Silian in the dream, such as the sound of Xiao, the dream falls at the end of the world. To whom to think, to whom to love, incense drifting drunk powder, twilight roll heart clear, secretly cross more than ten years of vicissitudes of thought, all become the desolation of somniloquy. Dripping water light hope, red candle thought, Xiao can not sleep, but also in the heartbroken dream blowing, a swing, like the heart of love hurt in the dark night.

The silk in the vagueness, the incense in the embroidery room, like a whip on my spine, meditation in scars. Only blame you for leaving in a hurry, do not give me dream thoughts, but look at the rain, but tears mountain, in the glass rain curtain dream gently roll, so Acacia desolate. A man and a shadow, take away my heart hurt, I wonder in the helpless suffering, whether the mandarin ducks in the glass picture can be paired.

Willow lock dew miss soul, flower rain butterfly wake up. You seem to smell a touch of fragrance in the oil painting, the willow plum is open, and the pond is crisp. The warbler soul moved the curtain dream, pulled the rain shirt thousands of, exposed the shadow of the branches, the ecstasy in the madness, according to the moon wall, the dream dew shadow, so wonderful and long. Like the trees of the evening rain in the palace, the sound of bananas in the idle leaves, the dream in the flower pavilion, like the sound of the pipa standing in front of the window, wedged into the pupils, playing and crying.

Jade butterfly's dream is outside the window, hate that close at hand, do not dare to approach desolation. Like thousands of wisps of smoke, Chu Xiang is in the dream, and the sound of wild geese is getting farther and farther away, leading your dream. You smell the mountain soul, the immature pine in the south mountain, standing upright and upright in prestige. You appreciate the tall and straight beauty, in the beautiful mountains, between the concave and convex landscapes, like a soul splashing, like a dream in writing.

You want peach blossom and willow leaves, green silk to touch, you extradite in your dreams, and you want to in the spring breeze. In the years of fragrant grass, are there any pigeons flying in, or can you hear the singing of the swallow dance? You think in the pink fragrance, in the cold of the night, whether that plum blossom tree can bloom in your dream, your heart.

The thought of the empty city, the thought of the dawn dream. Just like the bright green like goose yellow, lying on the bed where you talk in sleep. The dream in the pillow towel, like thinking all night, is delineated in the center of the lotus, and the endless spring is rippling in the pond of the dream. That piece of endless thinking, like rippling on the green lake, I see your beauty, such as the beauty of the lotus out of the mud, settled in my dream lotus pond, on the lake.

The floating in the dark fragrance, the thought of climbing branches. Like the fragrance sprinkled in the heavenly palace, hanging on the branches of my somniloquy, kissing in my dream country. A taste of drunkenness, when can stop, I think this life is complete, I can only fly with your dream, to the place I want to go.

Close to the horizon, on the side of the water.