Six empty dream birds cry

uarvaouog · Posted: Wed 21:49, 27 Apr 2011 Post subject: Six empty dream birds cry

downtown dream dies, only the ignorant the birds are singing the tune last night, at the moment it sounds like some sad sad songs, the sound crisp, engrave into people's hearts. Moonlight outside the window, you know that things change and discussed the anguish of FY transform it? That no time can only sow the pure, to illuminate that person's home country broken heart.

flowers do nothing [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and who had nowhere? Spring is an audio and slowly stepped onto the years, and then look back and only see the horrors of that million dying trees still shrouded world. Six dream, is a good word, who can make it clear how many people in this absurd dream up in smoke [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], how many souls perish in the catastrophe in the country in ruins a family displaced? From a prophecy - long period of division together, together for a long time to divide, it infinite power to dominate the world, as if the Shura smile.

birds twittering twitter ming, singing in the past the light air. How many years during summer and winter, are actually lost in the sound of nostalgia. Once and Once, Month by month, the without a trace, complex hard to find. Wood show in the forest, the wind will destroy them; heap for shore, the flow will be turbulent. Jinling is so perfect, perhaps because of the perfect, only to have the brilliant bright, into a legend, word of mouth; everything else, are into a cloud of dust.

who sleep lightly pressed in its Chapman, the door that was eroded by the war mottled dripping Chapman, submerged hidden behind in the spring, no one would open. Only one curious bird peeping at the door and found that houses still, but people have not; only one shock spring flowers in full bloom in silence, but failed to ignite the tranquility in troubled times.

suffering the nightmare of constantly wandering, All of a sudden turned into a mantra, Xiening let Jinling beyond redemption. Then woke up around is a ruins, gray, cold rain had Speranskia.

not watch intently to the decline of scattered, but why tell you to watch intently. This is the poem.

so the poet gently sigh: grass Jiang Qi Jiang rain started falling, the Six empty dream birds sing. Most Callous Taicheng willow, still Yanlong miles embankment.
Jinling Yiyi appear helplessly romantic past, once the noise dust [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], at the moment but just as a touch of the history of the setting sun fall on the Huangyanmancao depths, we may only sigh, .

came a bird out of the window and the sound of mottled embedded in my imagination.