Swinging the ferry of time, listening to the notes of snowflakes, inadvertently another fall has come to an end. Open the window of memory, the memory of snow, inadvertently touched the hidden ripples for a long time, vaguely in my mind's title page emergence, overlap, ever thought of, the original, the figure of snow has not been far away, humility a never spit stamen ice cream, fresh, ice and clean silence in my heart.
Against the wind, following the path of the snow, I do not know is in love with the snow white, elegant, or snow, transparent, glistening? I was in love with the color of the sky without even realizing it. It is a fresh and unique color, swiftly blue, swiftly dark gray. When the sun shines brightly, I will lean on the window quietly look away; late at night, I still lean on the window quietly look away ...... When the look away coalesced into a touch of thoughtlessness, when thoughts cultivated into an unforgettable habit, scrupulously thoughts have been dense in the depths of the sky, the pain of thoughts can only be lost in the dream! The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do, and how you want to do it. Ideas, is blue, bring me a leisurely and tranquil rhyme, with a light sweet; Ideas, and is dark gray, bring me a misty confusion, with astringent pain. Between the sweet and the astringent, all thoughts and thoughts can only be entangled in the warm and sometimes cold color.
Is it by chance that we met? The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've got. You and I met, is in a right you, and not the right time, not the right place to fall in love with each other. Although the warmth of the heart, turn has been cold; no matter how long with, the end is still separation. You and I separate, but all in the same place, although some reluctance, turn around the distance is the end of the world. If every time we get together, need a long parting exchange, then continue to parting, I would rather stay together a cycle of seasons. If every time you wait, this is a long way off, then continue to wait, I would rather pour out a lifetime of residual dream, promise a life of vicissitudes of love. You are just a touch of confusion in my life, a thought, a kind of illusion.
You are not who I am, I am not who you are, but why do I have to tear my lapel three more cold? Once thought, I will always accompany you. I don't know, such a forever is just the heart of the obsession, can only use a lifetime to watch and worship. The first acquaintance of the strangers is far away, far away from the pulse of deep love, far away from the bleak parting of the future. Fade, everything must be indifferent, far away, everything is destined to be an insurmountable distance.
Delighted with the encounter, sad with the separation, sentimental indifference, pain in the thoughts. A ground of sunshine, bright once past, but paved with fallen leaves like yellow silence. The red dust rolls, we are destined to just meet, and then, respectively. The flow of time, still continue, I or I, you or you, will not change because of who. This encounter, just a season of flowers in the feast; this memory, just a soulful parting. Perhaps, you should not have appeared in my life mileage; perhaps, we are destined to be the most familiar stranger; or perhaps, you should have left. But you have not left, and I have not left, because we have a promise, as long as the time is, we will always flow in each other's blood!
Resting his cheeks, looking back, capturing a trace of warmth with you that gradually dissipated. Gaze at the eyebrow, contemplation, sentimental gradually far away from the distance, once again tears fall like rain. The heart language, sweet as flowers, decorated in the autumn and winter intersection. Petals, wrapped in the stamen of attachment, such as a crystal snowflake in the winter for you to bloom. Understand you, but can not help, read you, but can not arrive all the way. The helplessness of the sadness gushed over the heart, a thought of obsession, a heart of distant thoughts, all the thoughts, only in the text as a complaint as a cry.
Life is like a dream, the fate of the world is like a dream. The wind came and went, the flowers thank you and then opened. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling. The years have faded forever, the thoughts are tired of tenderness, indifference hurt the tenderness. I'm not sure if I can see the dampness on my face when I'm clinging to what seems like a dashing insistence, but I'm not sure if I can see the dampness on my face. If you have given up forever, a thought of persistence has become redundant. Whether, everything, so far away, leaving me, sticking to a thought of perseverance, keep a waiting, silent on the other side of the edge of the earth, tears flooded the memory ...
Strangers blossom, a season of prosperity scattered in the cold winter intersection, the pain from shallow to deep, the dust settled in the icy street corner, the thoughts from the light to thick. Blue thoughts, dense in the depths of the sky, disoriented in the misty dream. Once how strong, now indifferent and how? As long as the wind can witness our once; as long as the moon shadow can interpret our eternity; as long as there is a thought of perseverance; as long as, can still be in the blue. The thought of intoxicated ...... even if life through a flower blossom and thank you, even if life through a sadness and sorrow, I will not care. Because, waiting is to keep each other, blessing is forever. Because, I am destined to be in the blue thoughts, slowly aging ......
A season of prosperity fell, a song of the departed tears. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need. The thoughts that dance around the heart of the eyebrow, subliminally become a blessing; carved in the dream of waiting, fade into the watch. About and you meet the drop, know the past, has been scattered with the wind, only left my murmur with the dream flow. The fall is no longer coming, only as the first time to see the beautiful no longer come, once everything no longer come.
If, you and I rub shoulders, is the fate, then, this life's miss bring me is a dreamy heartbreak. The original, you, ultimately, is my dream of a piece of the sea, chanting oh my heart song of a piece of heavenly music. The idea of a glance, has become a memory, a wait, is forever. A season of flowers, will eventually be scattered, a thought of obsession, will eventually be put down. The desire to sway in the heart of the illusion into the wind, fall into the snow, and finally go up in smoke.
A season of prosperity fell, a song of tears. The pupils of the flickering tears, thoughts spread out in the thoughts. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a conversation with you, and you were in the middle of a conversation with me. This love is still, floating in the sky. In this life, destined to you and me, can only be similar to the rootless duckweed, tossing and turning snowflakes, the wind danced with the flow of clouds of deep love, shallow edge.