夜,月静如水,月光皎沽。一种思念,温馨在我心的峭壁上。此刻,我坐在寂静的窗口,细细地扯一窗月光,编几支拐弯抹角的歌。深冬的风铃响起,我的梦依然在你的思绪里。那曾醉过山城的箫声,淹没于一曲婉约的音符中。曾几何时,远方,你翩翩风姿和着五月邂逅渐进的节拍,走进我空旷的视野,定格成翠 Night, water and moonlight, moonlight Kyuho. A miss, warm in my heart on the cliff. At the moment, I was sitting in a still window, pulling a window of light and making a few beating songs. Winter wind chimes, my dream is still in your thoughts. Xiao Xiao sound that had drunk over the mountain city, submerged in a graceful note. Once upon a time, far away, you are graceful and met the gradual beats in May, into my open field of vision, fixed grid into Tsui