Whenever memory opens the floodgates, the flood drowns me in the past of you.
The dream is like a dream, the dream is like red dust.
April, a light touch of purple, you fluttered, with the manna of the rain, with the breath of the soil, like a white cloud, gently floating down in my heart. The world of dancing, how much I want to be with you, together with holding hands to see the sunset and sunrise, together with the meticulous care of each other, all the way to follow the happiness. We know each other is a song, there are you and me in the song, although I do not know how long this song can be sung, whether it is forever, but I have been in the heart to sing. The second encounter is a spectrum, although I do not know whether this spectrum can be heard, but, I have been in the heart to spectrum, a person in this end of the network, silent prayer you a world of peace.
Si boundless, thought endless, how many years, I use a flower plow, you planted in my peach garden, and in how many tears, hiding the boundless thoughts, with for you to treasure a lovesickness of the paintbrush, painted their memories of the splendid brocade, it is bound in my years of the album. Never to envy the summer lotus, how beautiful and noble, I only want to do your water duckweed, forever rippling in the sea of your heart. The wind rose, blowing wrinkled a pool of spring water, since then that a tree tree flowers, that a pool of water circle open, just waiting for you to come. And how many wind and rain, with the flower hoe buried a heart of fallen flowers, will be a little bit of heart binding in the peach garden, all the stories to you are written in the flowers.
However, the small river water flow fine flow, the falling flowers intentionally with the flowing water, the flowing water has no heart to love the falling flowers, the falling flowers have no heart to hate the flowing water, the flowing water intentionally abandoned the falling flowers!
I was y attached to your past life, but you have promised someone else's life, the night came, the dream is getting cold, pick up a cup of lonely wine, long night drinking to the sky. Past events with the wind, listening to you once under the tree of love promised to others moving vows, from the mountain to the mountain rolled down a land of tenderness, that a thick classic love myth, fell half a lifetime of teardrops, tearful eyes, I do not know whether it is a blessing or a loss.
Whether or not there have been ripples in the lake of your heart, has not been something I can ask, there or not, I just want you to know that I have walked in your afterlife, guarded in your life. The waves such as Xu, a wind, mountains and water holding hands, ultimately can not resist a thin word. In your heart lake, perhaps, I just have aura, smart, you lonely Taoist, is a sentimental modern version of Lin Mei.
You said, will not pull me out of your world again, but your oath is so beautiful, your lies are so powerful. Time and time again you pulled me out of your gates and eventually sent me to a dark hell.
The eternal night throws people where to go, the absolute come sound, the incense pavilion cover, eyebrow convergence, the moon will be sinking, the fight to bear not to look for each other? 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!
Despair engulfed a little bit, the eyes of the barren sea of sand without the breath of life, only tears and pain to prove that I am still in the red dust within ten thousand feet. The heart, if the pearly rain, down a few days and nights, the room rose, but also do not want to have anyone to drain the flood! After a baptism of wind and rain, I waved my hairy wings and was reborn in the afternoon gutter, the sun was so warm, but my wings were so heavy! Shrinking in the red dust and outside of marriage, I fantasize about your spontaneity and sweetness, and still distantly pray for your peace of mind! Outside of the network, I no longer dare to stretch out my trembling hand to knock on your door to retrieve the once happy days!
Tears, with all the love and hate for you, dripping down on the words I laid out for you, long rhymes, fuzzy handwriting, once for the words of your song, now has become a thick pile of fallen leaves, piled up in the gloomy dusty room. A big lock, closed the world of you and me. I had to dress up in stubbornness, with only a little self-esteem, turn around, not to say that I miss, not to say reluctance, quietly and quietly, out of our scenery.
A few times under the flower sitting blowjob, Yinhan red wall into the lookout, this is not the stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night?
Sent away from the tender years, standing in the end of youth, once the flow of years as beautiful as fireworks disappeared in an instant, only such as the butterfly dance of the heart in the scroll scroll up and down fluttering in the rolling sea of dust, youthful dispersal of the movie gently approaching, the time to catch up with the promise of the wind, I will always only be able to chase the hazy remnants of the dream.
If, time can be silhouetted, I would like to you and I have walked the road, and then retraced his steps, every corner of the campus, write down your name and mine, and carve you y once again. If there is a reincarnation of life, I would like to sit at the intersection where you will pass today, waiting for you to come and go with the sunset. Just, the red dust entangled, edge to edge scattered, how many infatuation empty waiting, barren reason why passed away, because it will always be just a guest in the feelings, cut down the time, listen to the rain to see the flowers talking about the dream, the song ends and the people scattered.
To see no cause to see, spelled out the end of the difficult to spell, if there is no fate in the past life, to be re-knotting the fate of the next life.
Perhaps many years from now, when you listen to others talk about me with a smile, you will faintly say: don't know
Perhaps a long time from now, when others talk about my name, you may pass by with a smile, while I hear your name but will have a heartache.
Full of paper ramblings, old things such as the sky far away, tear drops millions of lines, entangled in a soft intestines of ten thousand strands, curtains outside the gurgling, picking up more than a few hang-ups, more than a few lonesome, and gradually found that life is just doing a long dream, red dust broken dream, dream broken red dust, it is the worry of fat and love thin.