The moon is full again tonight, I can't sleep, and I lean on the railing alone.
Thoughts are like tides, I read Jun and recall the past.
It's the New Year's Eve again, the building is calm, and the young is happy.
And put the hatred of separation on the strings, to Chanjuan, tears flow down my cheeks.
Worry is in your heart, don't complain.
The dream haunts the soul and the place where the love is placed, and I just want to complain, but I am speechless. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com