The river is not light, but the moon, the reflected light and sparkling eyes, so do not think then black, a hazy beauty, and by twos and threes are so leisurely walk, to start a solo run me a sense of security unlimited.

Although the night mist, I also not beautiful moonlight, also not every love cardamom, but what if the vision is not good, took me to do the young girl or a multimillionaire, I do things offensive to God and reason not wronged, and leisurely and zero people give me relief and security. I don't hold on to sportswear for twenty dollars and a bunch of keys, if someone robbed, obediently served, and said: in fact, I'm better than you miserable, you take me as a disciple. And people with petty heart faint in long beach on the go, think quietly.

In front of a few, a few people back, don't close to me, nor I am far away from, whether they have the same feelings and I, whether they have the same feeling with me? Under the bright moon in the sky, we, are fixed in the South breeze moon pictures there, make a picture of it, after thousands of years, maybe someone can read me the light and clear.