不名，你这诗不好接。我来试着和你的诗.（费了些时间）

sleepless is the night
boundless is the sky
from forests to plains
from oceans to mountains

i indulge in the rain
with breeze, the gentle blend.
when did the story begin
when will the yearning end?


i swim in river of time
which takes me to the shore
you gave me bunch of thyme
warbling the flying condor

now I can feel the wind blow
hear the sea-gull concerto
the story started from there
the lead role is always you :)

joyful is the memory
beautiful is the story
blue still is the sky
tearful, your gentle eyes