still my Dear

Some mistakes in my past,
My dear, very very abstract,
The day, the night, the midnight, the sun, we live in the different situations,
And I become more and more lonely, if I could take over it, I have a belief,
Anytime I can around you.

Not real, not romantics,
That's what I take, and tell you, deeper and deeper,
Write the words with strange moods, in unclear grammar,
I pour all into them.

No matter what I spend my time to a stupid thing,
Because they still, like a river,
Sheffield,
No snow,
Sunny day you send,
Still be my dear.

I am a broken stone,
Here will be bloom blood fantastic flowers.