Really miss you! I want you to walk arm in arm in the garden, idly intoxicated by the bright and quiet moon, quietly enjoying the gentle night wind blowing your hair that exudes a fragrance. All the way to appreciate the beauty of the stars and moon in the sky, listening to the quiet night of the earth's seductive insects and flowers, close your eyes and silently feel the warmth of the harbor, is so intoxicated my soul, to be disturbed by the mundane things in the quiet moonlit night a taste of contemplation, you and my mind thus become pure and empty quiet.
Really want you! I want you in that everything spit green, drizzle Fei Fei spring rain, spring rain cold cold fragrance on the face, the wind and flotsam fluttering spring rain patter, looking at the curtain of rain, just want to quietly abide by a rare seclusion and elegance, looking for your smile in the curtain of rain, your beautiful shadow, as well as your residual gentleness and beauty. You can also remember, and your heart hand hold a moment, talk about endless love like that boundless spring rain, elegant and pure and vulgar floating.
Really want you! I want you in the lonely late at night, avoided the daytime crowd, away from the city's bustling neon, watching the moon and stars, no matter how you can not forget your silently fading figure, always in the intermittent thoughts erase the thick and light of you. The former vow is still lingering in the night sky in early summer, the dust has long been looking forward to always uncertainty and confusion, all the world of trivial all dissipated, as if the soul has been emaciated.
Thoughts of the heart flowers only for you to bloom, attachment is a wisp of light fragrance emanating from the heart, is the living scenery rich and colorful, is the spring wind and autumn leaves, is the winter snow and summer rain. Thoughts and attachments buckle my thoughts, as if in a low story of those long ago, those distant once, are poured into the text, you are the only one in my heart! Leaving you is the figure, can not leave you is the feelings, in the edge of love and tears, silently standing in the place where you can never see your blessings, if you can hear the sound of flowers blossoming and falling, you will certainly be able to understand my heart language. A thousand years of love, the loneliness of the world; a thousand minds, twelve layers of reincarnation, let the eyes with the rain fluttering, the heart with the falling red fly away, and ultimately seek is to be with you for a long time. A love affair, from strangers to familiar, an emotion, from knowing each other to cherish; *** with the plucking of the lingering heartstrings of love, not fading thoughts do not abandon. Even if it is in the last breath of life, the heart flashes, or the most beautiful encounter with you!