Dreams of expectation, in the moonlight twirling; heart of the fragrance, open in the distant mountains you do not see. I thought I could think of you with a smile on my face, but my eyes flew into the sand of my thoughts and dripped into a little bit of attachment.
It has always been the case that thoughts can be very heavy, so heavy that they can't be verbalized, can't be carried. But I didn't realize that it was so light, so light that I could let the silk strings take my heart away at any time, floating in the air, looking for your breath.
Flying snow pouring city, the season of the brow, those who know, those feelings, those warm, moisturize our hearts. In the realm of imagination, your soft smile like white snow, moisturizing my thin and cold state of mind. The thoughts extend to the falling snowflakes dancing, holding your hand, with your smiling eyes warm.
You are my harbor, I am tired when you can snuggle in your arms carefree rest; you are my happy fruit, in my boredom when you will bring sweet laughter; you are my blessing, all the bad luck to see you have slipped far away, baby want you.
Your existence, like a meter of warmth, a paper full of thoughts, entrusted to the text, sent thousands of miles away from you, between the dust, the past upheaval, even memories of this pale, the hundred flowers thin end, red dust a lifetime of sighing, since it is difficult to forget, more than from when onwards, you become a kind of dependence on my heart can not quit, look at yesterday, a lifetime of sadness no one to talk about, the deserted smoke, the three stone, lost in the eyes of the drunkenness of the heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
The wind blew away how much sand, blowing away how many souls, blowing through how many years, but also can not blow off the thoughts of you, almost New Year's Eve, we all miss you, I also firmly believe that in fact, you have always been in.
Thoughts are a wonderful thing, it has a variety of flavors. With thoughts and waiting, how can your life not have sweet and sour, crying and spicy? I have a deep understanding of thoughts, I y feel that it is a variety of flavors.
Thinking, in every morning sunrise, thinking, in every sunset haze, chanting a section of elegant small order, together with your light bloom smile written to my handsome line of poetry. The time, in the smile, the quiet language light show, flying thoughts along with the drunken language gently, floating to the pool city with you.
Thinking of you, not that I covet the red dust, but I only learned to fall in love! If one day, you suddenly want to know, in the end, how deep my love for you? Then please look up at the moon in the sky, because the moon represents my heart! I don't know, this song counts as my lovesickness, with or without a touch of your missing.
Let your thoughts drive away all your ill will, let your thoughts overflow your body like the spring breeze, let your thoughts clear your heart and my eyes like the lotus flower, let the strong thoughts turn into my wisps of fragrant soul, snuggle up with you and hold your hand, travel through space and time, and trip over the river of love in the past and present life.
When the wind of the current year, or happy or sad, from the fingertips slipped through, the corner of the street lights, has been in the light of the title page of the yellow, the journey of life, nothing will not be in the years of old. Carry a wisp of warmth, so that the heart has no alienation and desolation, those thousands of thoughts, condensed into a heart incense, dusty collection.
The lights in the memory are bright and dim, reflecting the changing landscape of the years. In the silhouette of time, some people, had in the heart gently docked; some love, will be in the memory of the ups and downs. The poetry of acquaintance is still flooded with warmth, but can not catch up with the rush of time, a season of flowers, and finally by the light footsteps of the years stranded, leaving behind is the despondency of the brush.
The best way to put it down is not to deliberately forget, but to let each other be at peace. The first thing I want to do is to get a good deal of money from the government, so I'm not sure if I can afford to pay for it, but I'm sure I can afford to pay for it.
Some people, lightly do not come, that, such as the autumn mood, bashful miss, as if the heap of emotions for a long time, they are a little by little, one minute by one second waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a hearty pouring, despite the summer to autumn, despite the withered branches of all the dye, the mood has increased, thoughts with the day with the increase, perhaps there is a day she met him, all the piles of emotional imprints, such as wiping the The floor-to-ceiling windows, more and more clear.