Memories
　　Memories linger in my mind, ah, a gust of wind child
　　Blow your house was closed.
　　You are the light dust and noise where the sand
　　Depths of all things
　　Broken color cotton.
　　When the time came to remember, ah,
　　You are masked darling,
　　That put the boat is rolling in rapids,
　　Patting Yukiho winds tear,
　　Yukiho Shangming off the lights to be stationed in the vast river.
　　Ah, memories, my gift to you how to endure,
　　If not, start again, although this still waking dream
　　Old dream? The night is so quiet,
　　Luminous waterfall flowing river as the water,
　　Stars of the little sail at a slight shiver,
　　Sea breeze of a thousand world
　　Objects of the Zhou Ji, the ship of life
　　Have to sleep, The Servicing the earth of the dead,
　　Only a trace of cottage silently breathing
　　Valley birds such as the projectile fired at an unknown sky:
　　Overflowing vitality of these two humble life
　　Issued for all things mockery of compassion,
　　They are so small, yet so brilliant.
　　I stood up to the quiet of the night listening,
　　Once again to the window,
　　Joy, ah, you like the contented boating in
　　Ten thousand ares oar sea, distant land
　　Light earth mountains, rivers, valleys
　　Thousand lights.
　　Joy ah, I do not know you in my
　　The heart is like
　　Echoed in the festival hall at the table
　　Dan Xiao and candle fantastic video:
　　That God bless the days of childhood,
　　Table filled with fruit, fluorite and flowers,
　　Room filled with summer-like warm and jubilant.
　　Joy, ah, you like the red cross from the river,
　　Water swell your bed the night
　　Congestion of the dream, burst the dam,
　　Zi million state of the peace of scattered into the mud.
　　I did not wish to know from the land of peace
　　Raised doubts, I turned around,
　　Sleep through it
　　My old room upstairs,
　　Through the leading lights of the church which houses
　　Round after round arches,
　　When I bent over when the gaze
　　That light was like a sleeper hit of the shoulder,
　　Abruptly jump, to raise me
　　It is charcoal that pilgrims face in general.
　　Do not, you better sleep, eternal fire, ah,
　　Let the ashes of the cloak covering your body right,
　　Hong quick return to your dream to go, since you
　　Gold put the tall wine and drink
　　Now, just give it in the dark
　　I ogle the mirror to bring the fire when
　　I had to stay here.
　　I opened the door, wrap a moon night Oh,
　　You gave that silent Xinglin much quiet.
　　I moved forward with, marching cool grass,
　　Ah earth earth, you do so,
　　Do we really have to live in
　　Branches covered with the evening's garden festival moment?
　　I do not know
　　Just saw match cut ┗ ㄈ φ mechanical trouble Tomb family so bad estimate ν penalty? Br> If you want to reproduce the dawn,
　　As long as you use your mind to listen to
　　Singing voice that still can be,
　　The sound is so vaguely
　　All roads are sand road marching leisurely away.
　　I walked along the cabin
　　Shan He went to the lines, see
　　Things like the stars shine,
　　Brewing in the morning with the stars relative to shine,
　　That seemed to flash open roads access the world outside the hole,
　　Ah really dead flowers in the years that
　　There are so many apricot energy,
　　Vault of heaven, there are so many fairy fire,
　　Dawn is breaking windows in it,
　　There are so many that mirror the gray light,
　　In our life there is so much ignorance and vision
　　So all you really desire it? Ah perfect the earth, ah,
　　Is it everything and did not bear their own
　　Fruit, in the fruition of the season, with
　　Aromatic acid falling U.S. branches in their own it?
　　I walked
　　As if a man follow me
　　Ah, shadow, cheerful smile, silently
　　Like a shy girl with bare feet marching Caojian
　　Who accompanied me Jujuerhang.
　　I stopped and stared at her,
　　Bent over, holding her hand to the smiling faces
　　However, it is cold I touch the earth.
　　Adieu, my meditation,
　　There's just an illusion,
　　Although it is in such a long period of time,
　　Mystery to make us feel warm;
　　Farewell, elusive image, ah,
　　True and it looks like you are just an illusion trap
　　Contained all really are just wondering,
　　Despite the heat language ravings of people say it is a reality.
　　Do not, we look not you come to our eyes,
　　And leaves with a gift of heaven,
　　Again less than that of the fire shone red Tong
　　Your sacred maid face,.
　　Farewell, our destiny is radically different:
　　You go your way,
　　I'm leaving my years,
　　We have reached a verdant valley
　　Valley in stemming the flow of the unknown,
　　Robins will soon whisk sparkling ripples from it.
　　Do not, you have been kissing the other lips,
　　Brush away the river bank yo,
　　Pan left side only in the shore of waves of light.
　　I would like the god of the evening
　　To overlook the old light Shanba.
　　Earth ah, you passionately devoted to
　　The so-called poetry, in this century,
　　Never given you any love that!
　　Poem ah, I hand touch you, kiss you with lips,
　　Arm around the neck of your smile,
　　My eyes blurred in your presence among Yu Yu phosphorescence.
　　Now I finally had a change of heart,
　　Let me far pass the night in this heavy guard.
　　Say goodbye to it? No, I do not want to say so.
　　I frequently dream, ah,
　　Throng, the
　　As the first frost of the cold days of the flock
　　People rushed out of stables up in his old field,
　　I am night after night in the empty room, kept awake,
　　Like a step in front of me lead the way.
　　I go outside
　　Surprised to find a lamp, such as beans
　　Are fired according to the former stables at the desolate,
　　I ran to the room after,
　　Because the call came over the old shepherd.
　　I see the star that lights still flock to sip,
　　Xi Ming light score, that is no longer a sheep, and
　　However, I heard loud and clear in the reed pipe
　　Are blowing things Yanai thorough and transparent.
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　　Well
　　When the buckets were drawn to the well,
　　Neem collision wall came the sound of
　　This well is the star of the earth
　　- Dusk to the stars alone,
　　It is a little fire of dawn
　　Is looking forward to the shepherd and the herd visit.
　　However, the water bottom is always closed,
　　The surface of gold stamped with Star India,
　　Under the neem tree branches came a flickering shadow,
　　It was passing in the night journey,
　　They bent back the weight of the dark Yu,
　　Wandering in the Crossroads.
　　Some seem to be waiting for something,
　　Others disappeared into the bleak darkness.
　　Men and women of the journey is so long,
　　Longer than the life of the world,
　　Well the end of their journey to the fire of hope,
　　The sky is the gap between the two trees glowing in the twilight,
　　When the barrel was touching the surface of the water when the float,
　　Feeling of being happy in the shade of neem trees have thicker dip.
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　　Shuiyun
　　Drifting in the river, wind blowing through the windows Xuan, over the valley, swirling long days,
　　Demonstrated its overwhelming blink of an eye the magnificent spirit,
　　Dumping rain chaos claws at the window, holding,
　　Nothing in this world like to sign papers.
　　In my winter dreams,
　　Lightning ignited the flame of aged seeds
　　In this land of thousands of complement Vanna came a green flame of life,
　　I hope we like the gurgling of the stream barefoot
　　They go to the ravages of moisture and not to them.
　　Friends, ah,
　　Our hearts get so close,
　　Any time a lever to wield it,
　　Love to cut off our only vain.
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　　Deep light
　　Light takes a deep rolling forward from the wheel's
　　The ground and burst out, complete stripping burning in the night sky.
　　It is exciting to be a flame trees.
　　To the language itself must be an intellectual,
　　Through a song, a lethargic shore.
　　To survive you have to cross the dead
　　The existence of the most pure blood shed of a cavity.
　　Grey Translation
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　　Here is where the motherland
　　This is tearing the sky is a big low for you,
　　These trees invaded the space of your blood.
　　So, ah, Cassandra, other troops had come,
　　Nothing can be sustained in their unrest.
　　　
　　The entrance adorned with a flower bed. He came back,
　　Relying on its marble smiling face.
　　Thus, in this place called Tree Park landing day,
　　It is often talk of the day and the night wind.
　　Rollo Translation
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　　Battlefield
　　　
　　I
　　Here is the sad knight defeated.
　　In the spring, when he was guarding, I started
　　Wake up, and this is through the elegant trees
　　And the sound of trouble in the water shouting, persistent dream.
　　　
　　He was silent. His face is all I
　　Spring water or on cliffs looking over, the dead brother.
　　A defeat in the face of the night, in that
　　Was ripped apart on the shoulders of the dawn lopsided.
　　　
　　He was silent. At the end of combat, he can say,
　　Who is it convincing that the words of defeat, ah?
　　His face turned to the bare earth, died of the
　　His lonely cry, from the bottom of the real rest.
　　　
　　II
　　But he was crying on the deeper springs,
　　The same as open Dahlia Death
　　In November, the muddy water that the open space,
　　And that the death of the water to tell us the noise of the world?
　　　
　　I like, leaned in the dawn of today's stubborn, and
　　This is my debt and I come back.
　　I thought I heard crying, was it always there and never Funeral
　　My demons and the mysterious weeping.
　　　
　　Ah, you will re-appear, the power of my beach!
　　But it exists, never mind that this guide I die prematurely.
　　Shadow ah, you no longer exist. And if the shadow of regeneration,
　　---- It will be at night throughout the night.
　　Rollo Translation
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　　Let and Jeanne
　　　
　　You ask this low
　　Dilapidated house name
　　It is to another country and Jeanne.
　　　
　　When the wild wind through the door
　　There was no singing nor overwhelmed.
　　　
　　It is to make and Jeanne, the day of the plaster
　　From their gray faces of peeling off
　　I saw an old window in the summer. Do you remember?
　　Bright glass from the most far, that the daughter of the shadow of the arch.
　　Today, the night. Birth to a fire, we will
　　In that hall.
　　We will leave
　　We will let the fire alive, as dead.
　　Rollo Translation