We finally parted in the dale. As I saw
The sun settle down, I closed my wattle door.
The grass greens in spring every year, but alack!
My friend, can I expect to see you back?
Meet muddy useless, friend is easier lost the teeth. Has been poor and sick, the term multi-parting. New frost hair on the temples, old clothes Xue dill. Bear moon night, waving to sing Li song.
Mountain Pro dongguo evening, the road to north of the original ramp. Light is not here, not love solitary bottle home. Off process and where possible, from the Grossman horizon. Chongyang to tomorrow, the same who is chrysanthemum.
