A head of sheep sauntered in front of me,The bees buzzing, the sound of raindrops;The river flowing, the ocean breeze blows,Hirano, the vast expanse of water and a blue sky;These I want to one one times, but still no sleep;Not long, from the tree in my orchard,The bird came to the first array were singing singing,And the first cuckoo"s melancholy cry.Last night, a sleepless night with two,Sleep, I did not let you come to me:Please don"t make me tonight. Satan is god.Without you, where is the treasure of the morning"s treasure?You come and bless the fence between the day.The fresh ideas and refreshed the mother!She is a happy ghostShe is a happy ghost,When she first appeared in my eyes;What a lovely God appeared,For the moment the gloze to look beautiful;Her eyes were like the beautiful stars at dusk,Also like the stars in the evening, her hair fluffy,The rest of all about her description,From the May and the joy of the early morningA dancing charm, pleasant shape,Confusing, people by surprise, shocking.I"ll watch her more closely,Is a spirit, but also a woman!Her nimble movements and natural behavior and conversation,Her pace is a virgin;Once appeared on the faceSweet records, close the promise;A creature, but also not too clever and beautiful,Just can fit the needs of human nature;For a short sadness, naive farce,For praise and love, kisses, tears and smiles.Now I see with quiet eyesIt is the human body pulse jump fibrillation;A man with a breath of thought,Between life and death;A firm sense, a steady ambition,Patience, foresight, ability and strength;A complete arrangement of women, superb providence,Give us comfort, caution and warning;But still a spirit,With some angel Emmanuel glorious and resplendent.
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