Chapter 15 still

You stretch out like a lake facing the clear sky Baiyun, like a first-class cold stream, clarifies Allow me to search for your source along the banks of the forest: I still have all sorts of doubts For every image of you! You unfold like a thousand-distinguished flower! Xianyan is every petal of you, more fragrant, The gentle flower scent, accompanied by the evening coolness: I say flowers, this is the trick of spring, Come to steal people's infatuation! You also learn from Ye Ye's book that blows with the wind, Reveal your every thought; every corner of your mood, Your eyes look at me, and you keep talking:

I still didn't answer, a piece of silence Hold on to my soul forever.