Stirring in a cage of iron,
I lay down, looking forward to the day.
Flooding the other man arrogant, stupefied,
The eyes of the child dread the forest,
Nay, muscles of shame imprisonment,
To make fancy games, toys.
Bear with the bears,
With a newspaper stand next to the caretaker.
I live forever in nostalgia,
Poetry of the past generous.
Remember the forest scene, the whole ball, old trees,
With the wind screaming, with the source shouting mountains,
With the violent chorus,
I walked up, up, down,
Gliding the body like rolling waves,
Play silently ball, thorn leaves, sharp grass.
In the dark cave,
Is to make things are im.
I know the lord of all creatures,
Between the nameless flower, not the age.
Where the gold night by the stream,
I stood drinking intoxicating moonlight tan primer?
Where the rain turns four thousand,
Do you look at me?
Where the sunrise sun shade,
Birds singing sleep wake up?
There are bloody ways in the forest.
We waited for the fierce sun,
Let me take partial secret?
- Alas! Where are you now?
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Now we hug a thousand regrets,
Hate scenes no change life,
The scene is repainting, mediocrity, false:
Flowers, grasses, planks, plants;
The black water strip is like a stream, not flowing through the stream
Under the axillary tissue of mucus;
Roasted sesame leaves are gentle, not mysterious,
Also learn to imitate wilderness
Of the great millenium, dim.
O dread spirit, the majestic river and mountain views!
It is a place where we are lovers.
Where we waving the old days,
Where I can not be seen ever!
Do not know in the days of indulgence,
I am following a big dream
Let my soul be with you,
- My terrible forest scene!
