It is difficult to walk like a dream

The summer evening wind is lazy and the lamp is alley,

Prosperous sound across the water.

Beili is a scholar,

It's useless to have a bad pen.

Like a dream, like a dream,

Downstairs is heavy with neon smoke.

The night wind drunk a pebble

Knocked the surface of the lake into a trampoline

The moonlight bounced on it a few times

Jumped on your face

There is nowhere to put skirts and small hands

The shadow does not let us hear whispers

lingering in the distance

Pull you to the place where the street lamp steals out of sight

Take a bite quietly

The taste of summer

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