The moon, home
I is the fireworks, with scattered all over the sky clouds; I am, eventually fall injury; I am beauty, with over age; I am man, always lonely at the end of the world.
I love, displaced a few world sorrow, under the moon light, the shadow alone.
The cold night wind from the condensate, who gave hate; bamboo empty shakes, pity the dance music.Yan Yan for spring free, and ends with a winter plum blossom.Hope, hope, hope, waiting for a lifetime of people growing old, hate, hate, hate, hate the negative pledge.
Xu is known, many people crazy?
Lying on the listening to the wind, and smell the war from the send.How thin quilt cover inner man Yu Wen, et towel which rubbed all thinking people.The rock on the eye as in, only empty the water leisurely, how can I stop the hurt.
His tears, stained bamboo, little heart scar, who I want, who I want?
Hometown is to see things, Shi Qian, former flowery, now the fish to climb, when soft voices, and now full throat hoarse.Sister has been home, hold son woman, laughing ear air envy has worries.
Tung send leaves bud, bloom in spring branch of hate.
You are away from home, the end of the world, ideal all over the world, leave me a person, sometimes I do not know when the empty home.I will let you rove all over the world, even if expose to wind and rain, night sleep under the eaves, only with you a lifetime, as fireworks, even a flash in the pan, also let me see you king of the world.
You are in the world, even if buried in the battlefield, for the nation and family.I would rather you buried yourself with my flowers, don't you famous, don't you be always boast.I hope you will come home, I hope you give up the world, who knows where is my home, who knows I only care for you.
Under the moonlight, you are home, don't leave me monopoly wandering, don't fall my grave empty grave unto him; under the moonlight, when can you go home, give me a world of fireworks, to accompany me to watch a sunset; under the moon, don't you go home, I will not wait for you under the eaves, I dyed the world since, your world.
From the kiss has more than 10 years, did not see the letter half to.
The coldest month cold sand invasion armor, on the air for your home.
When you return, stretch, which know face not to marry.
Leave me a world you up dust from princes, with flowers.