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He Jifang
This day has finally arrived a heartbeat!
Oh, you sigh night footsteps like asymptotic
I heard this is a forest clearing leaves and the night wind whispers
Moss Drive, Elk Chiguo crushing hooves!
Tell me tell me your song silver bells,
You are not young god of prophecy?
You must come from temperature depression of the South!
Tell me where the moonlight, where the sun!
Tell me how blowing spring flowers,
How Chilian birds with Willow!
I will close my eyes to sleep on your dream of singing,
I seem to remember that warm, seems forgotten.
Please stop your fatigue and forth,
Come, there you sit tiger's mattress!
I burned every autumn to pick up leaves
Listen to me whispered singing my own song!
That song will be as gloomy and the fire lifted,
Like the fire of my life to tell.
Do not forward! In front of endless forest:
Old trees are the beasts of the markings,
Half-pay half-dead, like python wrapped around rattan,
Leakage of leaves in less than a star.
You will not sheepishly down the second step,
When you hear the first sound of an empty mouth of Liao.
Must go? Please wait for me and your peers!
I am familiar with the steps that each path
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 not blink of an eye, looking at my eyes!
I am excited to listen to the song You're not,
Not here with your feet tremble for my suspension!
This solemn and quiet as the evening breeze drifting in,
Disappeared, disappeared proud of your footsteps!
Oh, you finally silent as stated in prophecy come
Silent away the right, the young god?
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