Give — I fear you
Text/Hai Dongying
I fear your approach,
You, don't be afraid of me;
Looking at you from afar
It is my rare luxury.
If your kiss is like a fast-flying arrow
- Gentle girl.
You don't have to be so anxious,
My mind will be too late to dodge.
And you shoot you— falling in love
My heart could not be calmed for a long time.
The clear blue water reflects me;
I was in a daze, I thought, you!
Why is the moonlight so bright tonight,
The light followed the dust into my dreams;
Sleep so peacefully, showing a smile that has been missing for a long time;
Stop for me for a moment!
I don't want to wake up—the gray dawn,
When you declare that dreams, moons, and stars are gone,
The empty moon on the edge of the sky still hangs in my heart,
That is only Oh, it is your residual thoughts;
If you fade away the traces of the dead,
The fire is like a light cloud,
Skimming your blue eyelashes,
Wake me up from my slumber again.
Are you, the sun?
Beautiful music is born from your heart,
Then the birds bring harmonious poetry;
Touching my pen a little late,
Your eyebrows flutter lightly.
In my brisk tone;
Write poems and sing for you, oh, you listen!
You know why I'm an elegy—freedom
Text/Hai Dongying
In my informal form;
Pain through the heart does not change.
Even though the sky light pierced through my whole body;
You smile evilly and show a sinister smile;
I was surprised why I laughed softly and was not afraid of you.
Bright light and thousands of my heart is flying,
Wandering the heavens and the earth like twilight and death;
How small, oh, why do you have to float?
Fearlessness that is deep in genes, compared to everything in the world.
I am proud and intolerable, and my heart is like a stone;
You skim the sea, silent;
But I didn't know that I had a book on the water and was buried here.
I am fighting, you are slightly trembling, why?
Don't you know that your lonely heart will also hurt?
Just look down like a lark licking its feathers.
Night is scattered in the moonlight;
Fresh air with a charming floral fragrance.
The moth disdains this and vows to spend its life with the fire;
Born to die? Short singing for you to chant and sing.
You don't need to say anything, because Oh, listen, you listen!
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