In dream sky and earth are so abroad, In reality it's only fire and wind that burn and sway the regrets of their sins. The road leads to a river of alcohol washing away only empty promises, Searching for a tree in the desert to provide shelter from the burning sun, the branches are not big enough to give a warm embrace.[此回复帖在2012-12-5 6:26:11被苹果Helen编辑过]