Rain streaming into the sad dream of youth in April had a smile still bright in my heart that I am away the shadows of the end of time is the wind tore past beautiful voices crying all the way to quiet my shijian carrying your tenderness after a tear in my wandering in the morning you are unable to retain the scenery of each horseshoe also awakened me is that you never see waiting for you let me count the sad footprints watched you love is not to flee kiss you can seriously ask me eternal echo cut the silence of night rain, like the late Tang Dynasty poem began to fall in love with Chopin’s piano music through the pain palpitations spring pressing in my chest in the day you leave half a cigarette will be able to loneliness when illuminate the road already missed Acacia into the distance we still refuse to recognize the far distant sadness clearly no love can we have gone far toward.[Editor: Can children]