Summer the moonlit night

In a hurry to drift away their celestial phonological, isolated.WenEr float gap between, like picking Lin scale. And a night of the light too far down on moved to tears. Another night sky filled the suspension of a belly lovesickness moon.Like month, her gentle fragrance; Like month, her be shallow freely; Like month, she plays the breeze blows DiYin, can send waves home thoughts.I remember the night in the summer months, often looked at the pale, together on that the moon is not very complete poem. I also remember that, in the summer months night I teach you voice your barbeque songs of joy to say my great.
But now in a strange I can look at this round summer months, slowly recalls with you together of dribs and drabs, now in distant I often hold you that yellow photos in pillow watching you that hair between bloom. Scenes of once we have the glide recollecting fingers touched all rose in my that write full memory's mind.I don't know me so the miss to you whether or not you can understand, perhaps you don't understand, because you haven't to miss age; I don't know you want to whether I have I think you think so intense, maybe you will not, because you have you those lovely partners can let you eliminate the inside of the heart of a little thoughts. Emerge
Summer months night, walk in the street, watching the kiwi does not belong to my joys yan, a person stupid drunk with home flavor. Memories The vision on the roof of the curling waving smoke, and the practice ear barks. Summer months night looking at the far horizon and the obvious half round the moon, that settles into the bottom of GuiSi eyes flashed again in between. By lamplight to swim in the cement road as pale, with the wind of the focal whisper softly falling disc sounds. "Cannot bear to think up overlook, fear to charge." complex A regional accents how much the world go permanently infection from the heart, a song of grief have rocked much curve again at home but's heart resonator's guest. Since the heart swept away all the YuMingYue heart troubles send now what distinguish wandering on the same round, months or same countries, countries, at home, the home is the heart want to return troubles and have why to distinguish? The inside of the heart is like a personal diffusing the ends of the earth, stand in the same loneliness is strange looking at top of the round moon poignance family back home recollecting. Summer months night, a man that was fine grass bed in the path with, looked up at the wheel write full of cold months hometown flavour, deep concealed the look of home of the eyes. Summer months night, listening to the pond WaSheng between the fragments into ear seeking your trail...