Canada Goose: Memories are thoughts of a bridge, knot wind in the season that haunts every night. Long memories of the bridge kept beating; the memory of the film, some day something came past carrying a jar of wine and sitting on towering cheers under the moon. Days spent drinking with friends, nights filled with memories of the moon, is the bridgehead of a bridge in the long years of carrying dendrite branches spread. Years roll tight rings of a circle to start the tipsy feeling. You smoked, smoked the shadow of the bridge impression on the swing. In Xiao Mao, it's also a magic bridge, also true memories. My heart stopped, Billige Canada Goose, but longer follow not in this bridge into the real distortion of the past years. Kankan grow old wine in a jar of mellow in the starry night sky slowly dissipated so little traction so far distanced from the bridgehead on to the glorious lonely.
(Note: The original text appears to be a poetic or creative piece, which makes certain parts challenging to translate directly while maintaining the artistic intent.)