Love
Fish originally free living in water,Lives happily;Happy time may dance,not happy time also may bully the small shrimpSuddenly one day,The fish woke in the night,saw the space monthThe month good is beautiful,Silver-white color halo,Inlays in the dark blue nighttime sky,Everywhere stars are surrounding the month,Is complementing the month,Causes the month to be even more dazzling,More gorgeousThe fish was infatuated with in month America --- she is complete has been infatuated withFish such is dull is looking the month,Until second day daybreak,The month retreats gradually
From this time on,The fish loved the monthShe can jump out the water surface,Swings the tail,Makes each kind of exquisite movement to attract the month,Tries to please the monthThe month flushes her to smile,Smiled bent the waist,Natural scattering for fish a piece of silvery brillianceThe fish thereupon thinks very happily,Because the month noted to her
The fish was that acts boldly regardless of one's safety loves the month,Likes being infatuated with to links her all to be bewilderedBut the month is that keeps aloof,his glory scatters the world each jiao,And not only belongs to the fish
The month is indifferent,He ever does not give a thought to the fish pity the look,Also blind fish's tear --- because the fish sobs in the water,The tear melted the water,Only then she knew the wound has deeply
But the fish is loving the month,Loves the month cold,Loves the month the lightWhenever the curtain of night arrives,The fish then quietly swims to the water surface on,static feeling bright moonlight,Silently joyful enjoys looking at the moon that not to have the flaw AmericaDay-by-day,A night of night,The fish crazy is loving the month,But the month ever does not care about actually
The fish are many wants to leap to the month side,Tells him,How crazy love he is she,But that only is a dreamThat only is eventually a dreamIn this dream,The month is fish's angel,Is the fish allBut the dream after all is a dream,Never can realize,Also is never may move
The month every day hangs as before in the space,Spreads him to be beautiful
The fish every day hides as before in the water,Silently reads her to be sad
The fish loved the month,Throughout is actually the stretch of water apartThereupon was doomed to have to use the life the tear to soak sadly,Soaks alone --- straight comes into sight dry,The heart is dry.