The evening is melting, the wind is blowing, and your long black hair.

As silk as floc, as smoke as rain. Turn my heart into a pair of scissors of dreams and cut a long ribbon. Like a waterfall, flying down, sparkling, kissing the evening breeze.

Your big eyes are hidden in your soft and elegant black hair. What's more, blond hair and blue eyes don't deserve a little lofty and elegant. I saw you skillfully roll up your black hair with light fingers and spin into the thin rain curtain with a petite oil-paper umbrella.

I can't take my eyes off your gentle and beautiful image. For example, the girl who picks lotus in Jiangnan has a nobler face than lotus. Fair skin, long dark hair and black and white eyes. They were born here and spread their wings here.

The spirit and ethereal spirit of art is like a graceful fairy among flowers. Your beautiful figure is outlined on thousands of souls. This is the nobleness of art above all else-it seems that only kindness can explain it.

In a trance, you take small steps and disappear into this illusory and real dream.

The evening breeze gently brushed my face. As if it were wet, it was a kiss between your black hair and the breeze. ...