Moon urged me to sleep , I wake up the sun

In the window, stood a single bed. summer comes, the dead of night , often breeze blowing . rise that was the moon, when the phone gently slipped from his hand unconsciously into the dream . early in the morning , before half past six to Be hateful of bed wake of strong sunlight , though it is wake up, how could they live up to this beautiful holiday attractive Lanjue, turned and ignored her directly , wait, get up!