The earthly destiny is bleak, and the broken heart is bitter. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite brands. A wisp of lovesickness sent to you, a drop of rain kissed your window, a touch of five petals child incense released the most beautiful thoughts! Can you hear your heart beating? Can you read the language of a five-petaled lilac?
The city of white moonlight, no shy curtain. I sat on the five-petal lilac stamen, let the fragrance refresh the bones. Your `eyes shot straight in, casting a soft wave over me. The dream of love bounces on the tips of my fingers, far away from the clouds of Chu. I know: the end of May, you step on the heat wave; the end of May, you will be carrying the heart to come
You do not come, five petals of lilacs closed; you do not come, the heat wave submerged incense breath; you do not come, the beautiful desire to be stranded in the flow of the years; you do not come, my whole life pale in obsession ...... I have heard you do not come, I dare not say old. However, you do not come, I will be old. Day and night tired of combing hair, pillow Han flower prints in the cheeks; midnight cool early penetration, brocade coverlet wrapped in the body of the body. The years gave me a delicate face, but the years lacked my excellent rouge. I hope your hand will be lilac petals crushed, boil a beautiful rouge, hand painted my cheeks, scarlet as Xia
I foraged for five petals of lilacs, I know: you came to me with a smile comb makeup, such as a Tingting delicate lilacs.
A long skirt, enchanting the end of May; flowers point, charming your eyes with love. The wind, the butterfly fell on the shoulder, kissed a season of love. Judas pipa half cover face, flower folding umbrella vaguely cheek shyness, blooming a peach blossom. The rain lightly traced the eyebrow, the depth of the years waiting for the death. This season, fell into the vicissitudes of life; this season, euphemistic blaze. This silhouette is framed as the most beautiful in the flow of years in the end, in the edge of the ferry, the pain you read my heart
Meet, is the most beautiful. The two people in the red dust as two clouds in the sky, eventually folded into a flower bloom. A little bit of blooming the most beautiful colorful! Do not have to look back again a thousand times, love has already gone as the heart, do not have to ten feet of red dust into the moss of memory, my most beautiful face has been engraved into your memories of the bottom of the heart. The most is the tenderness of the head down, intoxicated your obsessive heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The most important thing to remember is that you can't forget the parting of the ways, and you can't forget the parting of the ways, and you can't forget the parting of the ways. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes that you can't afford to wear. If there is regret, it will be saved in the space of the next dawn, this life, even if the moonlight hiding, the night is infinite, but also to copy the romance of a thousand times
Kneaded five petals of lilacs, half of which boiled down into my life's rouge; half of which was planted in the junction of the dream and the dawn. The five petals of the flood burned the shackles of the years, the red background of the gold lettering of love into a moth, picking up my countless stranded dreams, flying towards the warmth of the fire
Staring ahead, the love of the thick love filled in the blue sky, burned the sky, the sea and the north and the south. When I look back, my beautiful dreams have been realized, and the pen on one inkstone has dried up.