prose

Lonely alley, the most beautiful Jiangnan melancholy; long lane, dream of paradise. Who looks destined to lock whose umbrella? (impossible to guess what image you have.  What is locking and umbrella?) Who is destined to fall into the soft embrace/arms of whose dreams? The flowers in the grass edge, quietly released the light faint fragrance.

Grammar and words are ok; meaning is not.  The meaning doesn't come through - it's a little like Chomsky's famous 'colourless green ideas sleep furiously' sentence