诗9

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers

Life, thin and light-off time and time again

Frivolous tireless

I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart

Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting

Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of

Eventually swaying in the desert oasis

I believe I am

Born as the bright summer flowers

Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule

Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome

Bored

I heard the music, from the moon and carcass

Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty

Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure

There are always memories throughout the earth

I believe I am

Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves

Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture

Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle

Occult

I hear love, I believe in love

Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae

As desolate micro-burst of wind

Bleeding through my veins

Years stationed in the belief

I believe that all can hear

Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own

Some can not grasp the moment

Left to the East to go West, the dead must not return to nowhere

See, I wear Zan Flowers on my head, in full bloom along the way all the way

Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain

Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as

life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Also care about what has.

第二年。1.2。

龙曜。

剑兰花高洁。