Chapter 13 Zhi Xiu Huang

Huang: I have never loved so much, Is that why you feel that this love makes your life very tiring? That's why you say that the lion's love is also beautiful? I am also weary, feel severe, have secret pain, But without your love I shall return to vulgarity. I am full of creations, and my eyes are idyllic and melancholy, Drenched you several times.You are too cold. You smoothed my frown with warmth, Tell me kissing can beautify. I sit up again, the earth is full of lights, like a wax torch ceremony, As if the two of us were the subjects of the sacrifice, Selfishly, I feel that I have usurped the solemnity of a sacrificial ceremony.

Yes, perhaps I will go peacefully to extinction, If the choice of death is my last consolation. Love is the window where the two ends of the lane look at each other tacitly, it is idyllic and pure, When one party indicates that they have no intention of explaining the language, the expectation is also in vain. I already have a lot of anxiety, afraid of the dead city in the desert. So I unbraid your hair and hug you all over me, Like holding a divine bird that can fly away at any time, And pouring my juicy stare into your lake-like eye sockets, Until the time passes by, the beauty of the setting sun.

You, Huang: Knowing that the future is still vast and deep, Why do we have to rush to get acquainted again? Since then, I have been moody and moody, playing tricks on you for becoming so haggard. Oh, forgive me for trying to wrap you up in love: such violence Jun. Just such a tyrant. 1992