The sky, leaving a wisp of afterglow, stay a ray of sunshine, flowers overflowing, a few more comparable to the beauty of the fragrance floating far away, refreshing the heart, running water place placebos, willow bank, flotsam gently, depending on the whereabouts of the people? Think of the moonlight, think of the moon haze, bird haze, think of the water side, think of the geese in the forest, the original all the love, the original all the love are in the heart of the Yi Ren. These love is not in the parting, but in the depth of love two yi yi, only in the two long-lost collision in the heart together. For love, I hope to have Qiong Yao penned love, but do not want to have Qiong Yao penned love that kind of sadness, with sadness in exchange for the audience's tears, in exchange for the heart of the first love.
Acacia rain, sycamore tree, the tree under the love of two know each other. You and I know each other, destined to each other's hearts tightly linked together, never separate, pulling the distance between the fingers, each other have the same heart, that is, thinking of harvesting sweetness and happiness, keep each other's promises, there are you and I a deep love, a persistent.
Flowers without tears, tears without traces, but is forever tied. Good times like a dream, dance all the prosperity, drop into the flowers, with the water and go. Clear water, chrysanthemum platform, forget to leave a shadow. Love is hard to break. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Love, dreaming, combing the bag, tending to the traveling clothes, locked brow, blossoms and beauty in the heart, blossoms and people are not resting. The flowers have no words, flowers have tears, flowers withered, people themselves emaciated, love deep meaning resolute, just mouth hard to open. A season of prosperity, open in the heart, such as a lifetime of attachment. I can't let go of it. Love in the heart, love in the heart, love to go to the ends of the earth, never change.
The love has not gone, the heart itself is chaotic, the love has not gone, the heart itself fly. I'm looking for a long-lost sweetness, a long-lost happiness, and a mark of love. This life . Fate is like a red thread pulling the hearts of two people together. The love of this life, the love of this life, will never change, will never fade. Waiting for one day, in exchange for a hundred years of promise. No longer far apart. This life is destined to be deeper and longer. This life is destined to be a flash of splendor. Love is like the east flowing water, I have moved the mortal heart for the fragrance of flowers. It is the eternal love of the heart.
I'm on my way back, waiting to set off with you, so that you and I will take in all the beauty, as the love that beckons.
Near at hand, as if the end of the world, such as my leisurely lonesome, such as my shrinking cold, spread inside, lost the brilliant colors. Still exudes the warmth of the spirit, faded inside the depression, I walked through the meadow, walked through the journey of life, looking back at the past, do not let it seem like running water.
Finding lost memories, re-piecing the picture of life. My heart will not be far from the hustle and bustle, will not be far from the course.
Life is like a dream, a dream with a detour, there will be sadness, there will be sadness, the reality is the reality, the passing of the light as a shuttle, the distance of the heart is farther and farther away.
The love of love is not over, the cherry blossom fall, long long, long, long piano, tears fall red dust, reincarnation over, a thousand fold, according to the cherry smell flowers, leaf fall no China, no intention of red dust drunken lie, wake up in the crane crowing cuckoo singing.
Thoughts are a small flower that blooms in the bottom of the heart, without color, without fading, the bloom at the time of parting, will also be lonely and silent, will also be accompanied by a lifetime, which is full of memories, full of despair, full of sadness. A handful of red dust of the wind, a wisp of thoughts will be released to fly, thoughts wandering in the heart, thoughts is the silent continuation of emotions, is the flow of happy dreams. Love at hand, love at the end of the world, you and my heart will still have that love like fire like flame?