the sky was not clear, not blue, i also finally no longer young.
i don't know where is the river banks, just look at the brook no clear water, water reflection is no longer in the blue sky. i suddenly burst of heartache.
perhaps in a long time ago, perhaps is not long ago, the river is generally clear. the river is perhaps the beautiful fish swims in 5, free of youth like me. but i don't know when to start small as i like now, shaobaitou years. the sky clouded river began, also began to dim.
don't know when the brook, less fish, birds in the sky was less. only i such a lonely man, look at the sky river. miss their young, and the sky river, the young.
if the shore there when i picked flower, can make me after all, river, the sky, i would reply before you can