Chapter 30 night

night The night is cool and warm, The passing wind carries the fragrance of youth and love, My head rests on your naked lap, You want to smile, but I want to cry. Tenderness hangs on your hair, It is so long, so thin, so fragrant; But I'm afraid, the passing wind To take our youth with us. We are just caught by the waves of the sea With the poor shipwreck drifting away, Don't talk about the old and beautiful scenery, Even though you have tenderness, I have tears. I am afraid of the passing wind, The passing wind that carries the youth and love of others, It will take us too,

Then it blows into the withered rose bushes.