long night

Feet as the soft dust in deep mystery and sink overthe, how to immersed? Red deep, full flowers and winding toward a few, haveconcentrated the ink pen Danqing, but can not fathom Sentimental Journey Zenedge. Tired to rest, the dream was still drunk, drunk, still awake. Fail tolive up to the total negative mind also be true. Po dreams of thin pillowautumn breeze, who mistakenly had young women about? Who is burning themidnight oil in the air that sighed in the Moon Palace? What is thereincarnation of any changes, remains the same, far-off past empty dream.Still, long night in vain thoughts, in the wan look back a sigh of Acacia, leaninto the breeze wisp.