Tonight, a handful of moon, the dusty memories. But accidentally touched the pain of a miss tears. The tears are filled with three thousand thoughts, and the words in the neon song of Acacia have been intensified. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to. The light of your eyes, through the chaotic world of spring and autumn. The slanting sun and grass, a song of shallow tears, a song of tenderness. Autumn wind blowing flotsam has nothing to rely on, hate the fireworks with true love. How many people know the voice of the heart. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this. When the tears flow down, only to realize, although the world is big, can not be solved, but also messy. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've been thinking about, and you're going to have to do it.
The past is like smoke, can't cover up the years in the love like this. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company. 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 ones. A strand of lovesickness, let the deep love condensed into red beans, with a bouquet of flowers, so that the attachment to send in a piece of petals, whether, you gently waved the Tang wind and Song rain in the soughing sound, stepped on the poetry road word path, stepped on the flower language and clear sound, to meet me? For you to sprinkle all the way fragrant petals. In the brief lingering in this life, tenderness, only to borrow a song of light song, chanting a section of Song lyrics to ask the way. I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to wait for you to come back to me, but I'm sure it's a good idea for me to wait for you to come back to me. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea for me. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of my life, and I want to be able to do it.
They are the first to be able to see the world from a distance, and they are the first to be able to see the world from a distance. A wisp of night appendage, through the Tang poetry wind, Song lyrics rain, strolling in the years of the alleyway, how many poems, a song of three sighs to strike, the aftermath of the sound of the beams, sparse shadows and dark incense, the score of the song of the Qingqi, like a dream of the melody. Tugging at the heartstrings, you have been in my dreams, in the distance I can not touch, with the heart of the deepest confidences, writing a beautiful, poetry writing Cindy, the word spectrum of the autumn lotus. The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
You are not there, the smoke and water is vast, I only look at the end of the world. The first thing you need to do is to look at the other side of the fence and think about it, and then look at the other side of the fence, and then look at the other side of the fence, and then look at the other side of the fence. The two worlds of love long, also had lit the tears, the most memory of the western window with the candle, the red dust loneliness by whom to tell? The lake is full of autumn water, I do not know how many people's hearts ripples. Gazing at the miles of cold clouds, that line of flying geese; may bring me endless tenderness? Deeply touch your thoughts. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see what's going on.
At the end of the night if the water, through the vast sky, the moon, gently gathered a wisp of gauze, look up, I saw meteors from the sky across, the memories strung into a melodious melody. The red dust is like smoke and rain, dripping with the hearts of many lovers, dripping with unfinished love. Can't see the red dust sentiment delicate as smoke, can't straighten out the red dust complex tangled, a tear flow to the cheek, thoughts, melted in tears inside. People have not moved, the heart is far away, the sadness of a hundred turns more than a thousand times, floating life without trace of a dream, a pillow of yellow sorghum must wake up, to be turned, is still the autumnal winds, autumn rain murmur, people haggard. Autumn dream, style more even sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness.
The night is as cool as water, the moon is as cold as a shuttle. The sound of the jade flute in the smoke and rain shake. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, thin sweat light shirt through. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure how much I want to talk about it, but I'm not sure I want to! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Dance a sea of dance, I will not get lost, whether I can join hands with you, along the road scenery, attracting the flow of warblers and flowers, butterflies. Diamond mirror, double shadow overlapping, caressing flower shadow, appendage, fireworks popping fingers, another fall!
Wen: flying round dream