<>when red fade to white </P>
<>wake up<BR>time is the night<BR>in the dark room<BR>music is the brook<BR>feeling like silk<BR>it is a folk song <BR>from the memory of youth soft<BR>no longer fall in love with the girl <BR>younger then you <BR>wish her baby-face full of elasticity <BR>and against the fading of years forever <BR>let me seal myself<BR>let me enjoy the cool night wind alone<BR>blowing from the hill of Qingliang<BR>let me crawl in the morass of literature<BR>as a silent lizard<BR>the lamps light on the roof of carport<BR>one by one <BR>they hear the sound of the your heels <BR>knocking at the floor of concrete </P>