The night is pacific.

黑夜静悄悄。

We are pacific people.

我们是爱好人。

At laest I was blubber for you pacific silent as the grave and heartrending in year incapble touch corner that rose intention filter always.

至少我为你哭泣过，安静，无声，伤心，在岁月无法触摸角落里，玫瑰花心渐渐老去。