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A gust of wind, the sky is dismal, the summer rain is always caught off guard, there is no time to guard, there is no time to sigh, it will be a sad gesture in the heart of the lonesome rain to open. Far away from the mountain daisy misty, close to see the blue green storage, ink stone sticky mercury, flying rain over the lanting. Seeing the pink petals of the moon season noiselessly slipped, a piece of a piece, instantly floating down the garden, suddenly, a lonely heart will give birth to a few pity.
Cold rain knocking on the window, shaking down a ground of broken sorrow, that had been delicate branches covered with my fragrant memories and deep expectations, I use a full cavity of tenderness to irrigate, hoping to become never withered buds. Rain, still flying, a moist heart in the warmth of thoughts alone drunk, hand twisting a few petals of fallen flowers, looking at you in the distance, but also tears pouring rain ......
The rain destroyed the flowers, fallen flowers weeping rain, sometimes softly chanting, sometimes singing, as if a sentimental and sentimental piano music, in this sleepless and lonely night sound knocking my heart room. I'm not sure if I'm a good person or a good person. The long night, the corner of the eyes of the eyebrow is I look through the autumn water waiting, like three thousand drowning water, but there is no memory to scoop up. And entangled in the heart of the sentiment in the body to spread, thoughts of crazy gathered together.
Leaning alone in the window, staring at the night rain, read "soughing east wind and rain, hibiscus pond outside the light thunder", suddenly, I want to embrace your warm embrace. Vaguely, the white snow, pure and ethereal people, a move, a smile as if first seen. Read you for the valley of the fragrance of the four overflowing, read you for the Song lyrics of the deep feelings of rhyme, read you for the poetry of reed deep ancient meaning, read you for the world of good son of Nalan Seide true clear soul. Tonight, let me drunk in the smoke of your words. Those carved in the depths of the soul of the warmth of the words, those written yet to send out the verse, those in the passionate night of heartbreak helpless crying, one by one in my mind ......
Memory of the dome of the sky is filled with my deep attachment to you, you and I meet has not been easy, I will be with my obsessive affection to cherish, even if I Even if I can't reach out and touch your blue sea and blue sky, but I will still be far from the perception of your warm breath, you will always be hidden in the bottom of my heart, so that the heart of this infatuation in each of the night of the unforgettable dance alone.
The sound of rain outside the window, drips and dashes, touching the heartstrings, that bright and clear clear sound, the night flow in the miss, evoking too much tenderness and reminiscence, as if the murmur of the lotus, drop by drop in my heart dispersed, a little bit of madness, shaking down a charming rain of lovesickness. The night rain is like a poem, if at this moment you are also like me softly chanting the if of Ximurong, then I would like to say to you, "If love is willing, I can never reappear. If you are willing, except for the thought of you. Dear friend, however, I will at once wither the thought. If you will, rise every seed, cut off every river, and let the barrenness and dryness extend to infinity, in this life and in the next, except, in the nights moist with tears."
Fine rain lingering, shallow and deep, it washed away the dust of the world, but could not wash away my thoughts of you, no matter how far the distance, the thoughts of you have never been stranded. Just because the encounter is too beautiful, WanYou look back drunk three thousand. Love, you can not think about the age of the boundaries, and do not have to care about the right and wrong and time, just hope that under the sky of fate, the heart of the miles all the way with. Thanks to you, accompany me through those happy and unforgettable days, every time I think of, a lonely heart overflowing with sweetness. Love you, I have no regrets, even if the flow of bitter tears, guarding the endless thoughts and waiting, but that persistent heart will always be like a lotus flower for you to bloom.
The night is deep, looking at each other across the river without words. Listening to the sound of rain falling from the eaves, this night, whether you also gently remember me? 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 you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer. At this moment, the miss will also take advantage of the weakness to come, that kind of love can not own the taste, can you understand? I am full of tenderness only for you, even if the head down to the dust, that is also my true love for you.
A section of the song as in the past, dreaming a few times the soft feelings of deep seeded, standing out of a window of wind and rain bleak leaching, looking off an end of the solo leaning on the balustrade. The first thing you need to do is to ask your friends and family for help, and then you'll be able to get them to do what you want. The original, want to you is a kind of tears of happiness. As long as I can look at you from afar, my garden will not have cold rain and broken moon. As long as there is news of your peace and happiness every day, I can use my quiet mood to lightly draw an ink painting of a flower smile for you.
The night of the storm, the pink petals of the moon season gently fell on the ground, wet eyes, thinning the love. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots. I don't want the sea to wither and rot, only for, you once a look back smile, bone my thoughts like blue.
Gazing at your far away, quietly, let the thoughts in the years, the end of the world; let the expectations, in the storm, bloom beautiful!