Who do you say that lovesickness confers?
The bright moon is vast, in front of the window dressing table, a pair of slender hands politely drink. The depths of the eyebrow, under the makeup, I do not know when, what year and month? That stunning years have long since ceased to exist. In the mirror, the vaguely immortal face, should have been a beautiful person, pass a good story will always be remembered. Now but how difficult to see that once stunning the world's face? Back then, the light boat on the lake, the dancing neon dress, dancing sleeve graceful, not eat earthly fire figure. Looking at each other across the river, but there are eyes with autumn waves, the feelings of the heart, even if it is drinking water can also think of each other is drinking the same river with their own **** water, and let their own heart and each other's heart mingled unity. Now, the night rain is still, that the lights outside the window is not ten years ago that glorious. But I, the heart is still, stay there, never leave, in ten years ago there waiting for who? Wave after wave of youthful young people gone wave after wave, seems never-ending, that fine wrinkles but quietly swim on the face. Time flows, this no one knows the thoughts in the wood leaves colorful in the catalytic white sideburns, catalytic white sideburns.
Sigh endless, sigh endless regret that as if yesterday just dress up the black cloud bun and colorful green peony hair ornaments. The years are silent, guarding the bridge ten years ago, leaning lightly against the pavilion, watching all the peach blossoms and red, but people do not return, year after year, in the end, where is the person? Who is going to tell her to whom she writes her lovesickness? Who will tell her who she is talking about her lovesickness to? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.