[Shandong] Yan Haifeng You, in My Dream The hesternal you were in the dream of the present me I feel it authentic vague to see your red lips and your willow-leaf like brows Your soft black hair was teased by your ears
Gracefully you came to me, approached me and then went afar making me fancy the aroma of another She Whose aroma, whose appearance, whose posture are these No need to search after the wake for the whole dream sadness
It is just another blood-dripping Valentines’ day I press the keyboard with my stinging fingers to control my heart that frets, numbs, sears and lingers Tomorrow, I will give you the sunbeam of 11-array
But it turns to be cold again, it begins to snow your heart becomes cold as the snow also flowing with coldness I, then, stand in the snow, not remembering your appearance.
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