A coy and tender lotus she is,
Enjoying a sound sleep by a lakeside.
Her romantic tale in a previous life,
Has turned into a dream of love ties.
While she calls you with a gentle voice,
Ripples rise up and down in her mind.
Let her lovesick tale fly in the wind,
It brings her good tidings as the full moon shines.
September 2, 2011
(Tr (Frank) Huang Xinqu ;, Proofread by Angela Ren)作者: 曲径通幽 时间: 2012-6-7 13:15
