Tuesday, August 13, 2019

<Maybe Everything Was Like A Dream Last Night>

Author/Tian Yu

                                   

The street was so blurred in the night.
Maybe so,
The light of the way out of crime.
Passengers in the curtain closed pages were in such a hurry.
Maybe as in reality,
At the moment,
they understand the mood best.

Oh dreams,
Tens of millions of twinkles last night,
Inevitably,
It frightens people inexplicably.
Oh dreams,
Thousands of words touched people last night.
What kind of things are always with you?
It hurts all of a sudden.
After that,
if everything is dim?

Take time in my hands.
Don't let loneliness destroy my life.
Maybe everything was like a dream last night.
All paid in the sky.

Hold the taste in my hands.
Don't let bitterness despise me.
Maybe everything was like a dream last night.
All paid in the sky.

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