夏日,扯来三两片红云,抛下无数条琴弦,忘情地呼唤。从此,我的生活又漾起橘色的云霭,仿佛在听你轻轻应诺。无私的天性,一味地垂诞,收起琴弦,奏出嫩荷一片。守住心灵的秘密。那一刻的风轻轻细细,吹过来,一定能缝好被夕阳摔碎的黄昏。有一种声音争相传递,听着听着,梦中的莲涨红了脸。稍有疏忽,沉睡的月,被吵醒了,折射着夏的屏息的静。 In the summer, three or two red clouds were pulled away, leaving countless strings to call out. Since then, my life rippling orange clouds, as if listening to you gently promised. Selfless nature, blindly Christmas, stowed strings, played a tender Dutch charge. Keep the secret of the soul. At that moment the wind is light and thin, blowing over, it will be able to sew a good evening sunset. There is a voice to pass, listen and listen, the lotus rose red face. Slightly negligent, sleeping month, was awakened, reflecting the calm breath of the summer.