You are the most beautiful encounter in my life, not on the road, but in the heart. The beautiful encounter with you, full of my thoughts of love. Like the beautiful moon fell beside me, I like to see the beautiful Chang'e there embracing Xiaobai in the moonrise, so beautiful and beautiful.
"Wish for a long time, thousands of miles of *** Cicada Juan" is not too much to use here. How I longed for this beautiful encounter, how I longed for this beautiful contact. The early moon had my heart, gilded a circle of gold, I think of you in your beautiful season of youth, decided to sail away with you. Take your hand in the beautiful clouds of vapor, the name of your love to rise to the wall of love sails, I pursued in the dream, step on the sound. Like in a piece of love in the bamboo forest, hear the delicate music of the song, cool cool from the dewy dream leak down, wet a beautiful memories, like your beautiful silhouette in the quintet flow, full of me a forest of want.
You are my first button want, always can not find to unlock your hand, always is not touch your heartbeat. You did not say a word in that beautiful day and night, just like that beautiful dew brushed under the weeping willow of my love, bird wings flying in the sky, just can not get your recall. I don't know what secrets you have locked up? I only know that I have your dreams to myself. How I want in that beautiful long sleep dream never wake up, in the most beautiful breath only you can prove.
Your beauty really called me uncontrollable, like I touched your hand in the vastness of the heavens, the luxuriant jade finger, like in my dream cleverly cloth nebulae, in your beautiful wise window, to find a beautiful answer. As if, you are my most beautiful angel of love, in my hands sticking flowers, smell your fragrance overflowing, flowers welcome incense. Love like you Wenqin murmured heart language, like a mountain stream bubbling stream, moisturizing I love you heart.
Meeting with you is the honor of my life, like in the sea of love, cherish and know each other. I know, read you, has been a thousand times, you are my love of the wild waves, the heart fluctuations of the spring.
Drunk on red dust, dreaming back to the pillow round. There is a kind of torment, really called me difficult to control. Like a classical, still very beautiful disease, haunting me, physically and mentally exhausted, burnt out. Perhaps the factor that spreads the disease is that you have a glimpse of a smile, so that I can not let go, I think about it day and night, almost boiled dry my heart blood, bitter dry my tears, but also can not see you come. I know that the secret recipe for medical treatment is in your hands, but I dare not go to get it, but also so difficult to speak, so I can only leave a dark disease, a lifetime of hidden pain.
I have been for you to coaching books and paintings, the moon night drunk sleepless, but did not get your favor, but a party in a long time, in the guard moon. Your indifference called me really some shudder, like in the bitter life grabbed a life-saving straw, so heartbreaking unwilling to let go. When I met you, in your most beautiful years, you such as delicate roses, but also like out of the mud without staining the lotus, I am so love and like you. Who can solve my disease, only you, is my medical prescription, the antidote to my heart disease.
Any nostalgic thoughts in the flow, any dream of love, but also seemed to have a thousand years to meet the butterfly, suddenly flew out of the dream tomb, so beautiful marriage, good as a song like a dream feeling, really good, so cozy, I like into the atmosphere of love, is so put. I'm so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
You are my red dust dream love. The pearl is the dewdrop in my love. You like in the red dust dream clanking, like you in the green silk around the fingers around. You are the gaze of my love, the eyes of love. I'm like in your wind and flowers in the snow and moon to pick up the fragrance of your love, but also like in your beautiful red dust playing, lute sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the lute, like in the window chanting and gazing at the meditations of the banana leaf, like in the bitterness of the night drifting.
A touch of acacia around the heart, wet and soaked in love. Toggle the heartstrings that want to break, think of the rottenness of your dreams. Your familiar figure, once beautiful scenery, like a wisp of wind blowing the nerve of my love. I want to think of your silent blossoms, I want to think of your beauty as a lotus, I want to think of the beauty of your first love, a scene and a row in the theater. A dream of a thousand years, dreaming of blossoms, waiting in the quiet moon, in the quiet moon obsessed, when can I meet my heart, I treasure the temperature of your love in my dream, thinking of your beauty, dreaming of blossoms beautiful fair.
Fantasize about meeting you one day. Maybe it's a flash in the pan, maybe it's a sea of blossoms. But I am not discouraged, I want to wait for you to a thousand years and ten thousand years.