My dream is full of spring flowers, how I want to gently float with the spring wind, fly into your heart. Red, burning like fire; yellow, as chaste as gold; white, as clean as clouds ...... to you, this bouquet of love, which is plucked from my heart. I pray that the two of us, like flowers and green leaves following each other, will always set each other off, brilliant and splendid.
Finally, I know what it means to cherish the leaves when they fall; finally, I understand what it means to miss people after they part.
Endless thoughts, endless waiting! You can feel, this clear stream of years, as if into a transparent frozen ......
You can hear? Whenever the night is quiet, this sea of thoughts, this memory of the waves, always knocking on the rock of my heart ......
Wavering ten thousand strands of love, inexhaustible vows, with the willow fluttering entangled heart, only to fall in love with each other.
Can you hear the song of wishing, the song of thinking, is flying with the bright sunshine; it will bring my greetings to you, it will accompany you to guard the distant border.
Your smile is a song, the love song of youth. That beautiful melody, enduringly echoed in the valley of my heart and mind ......
Quiet woods, treasured a pair of figures. The gentle spring breeze transmits to you this picture of memory and a piece of deep love.
You are as ethereal as white clouds, night after night into my dreams; you are as beautiful as flowers, every day into my eyes; you are as pure as streams, when flowing into my heart ......
Seasons change, rivers and mountains change, but my thoughts of you will never change.
I embellish my feelings into the most colorful flower basket, I compose my thoughts into the most wonderful music, sing for you, and dedicate to you.
Endless thoughts, as if an unrigged boat, in my heart sadly rowing ......
Spring breeze aroused my sweet thoughts, the fragrance of the flowers stirred up the waves of love in my heart, *** degree of youthfulness of the golden age, hand in hand to run to the hometown of that love... ...
Countless stars, countless memories. Play the guitar in my heart, let the heart song fly to the faraway place, accompany you into the sweet dreamland.
It's not easy to see, it's not easy to say goodbye, it's not easy to get together, it's not easy to get apart, it's not easy to cry, it's not easy to think, it's not easy to dream.
If the dense clouds were to dissipate and the moon to radiate clear light, it would only be to let my heart's thoughts of you never die out.
Whenever I think of you, I recall the countless gorgeous dreams that we have woven together. I leave you a lonely, you leave me a nostalgic.
When autumn comes, I send my sweat and fruits to the lilac-rich homeland, to you, to the years of our love.
My thoughts are like a bright moon, which pours out deep feelings like water. Wherever you go, the moon will follow you.
Oh, this river of thoughts is a river that never runs out! It flows day and night, unceasingly, all to your heart, all to the sea of love!
I miss you, the village where I have lived; I miss you, the land where I have labored; I miss you, the famous places where I have traveled.
I haven't seen you for a long time, but I hope the maple leaves carry love, and sow the seeds of spring in your dry heart; under the same starry sky, let you and I, who are far away from each other, **** together to weave the wreath of longing.
The grove where we strolled, the blue-yellow-pink flowers we viewed ...... everything remains the same. When will you come back, and together we will travel together again? There will always be thoughts of colorful feathers with the wind to drift, with the clouds to wander. Friends, you will find that we once wandered, how clear, how beautiful.
Whenever I think of you, I recall the countless gorgeous dreams that we both **** have woven together. I left you a lonely, you left me a nostalgic.
Even though the distance and the clouds, blocked the vision of the far-away look; but the gaze of my heart, yo, it is not blocked by anything. Ah, at this moment, have you ever realized that I am leaning against the window and gazing at you ......
No matter where the ends of the earth and the sea are, please remember that there is another me, who is silently thinking of you. In this season of nostalgia, may my deep blessings, bring you joy, peace and happiness ......
The season of nostalgia and warm blessings, send my infinite thoughts ......The friendship between the two of us, deep and far, long and long. Although I can not see you, can not hear your voice, but I hope the message of friendship will always continue.
Thinking about meeting each other to know when, at this time this night is difficult to love.
Thoughts are like an endless river; thoughts are like a gentle stream of clouds; thoughts are like a fragrant flower; thoughts are like a piece of aftertaste.
Spring is the season of longing, and I attach my thoughts to the colorful clouds in the blue sky, and entrust the spring breeze to quietly bring them to you.
This agate-like red bean is a symbol of love. I send this acacia, may you savor it at all times.
Don't ask me about my thoughts! My thoughts, just like this river spring water, can not stop, cut constantly ......
In the title page of my mind, always y printed with your silhouette, the distant mountains can not hide the glory of the setting sun, as I can not hide the infinite thoughts and deep feelings for you.
I look at the full moon, as if gazing at you; 'My dear, I see in the bright mirror of the moon, there is a you looking at me.
Mountains and rivers can't keep you and me apart from each other's letters for thousands of miles, and time and space can't stop you and me from thinking of each other.
While the earth is sleeping quietly under the cover of the starry moon, do you know that there is a heart that is awake, and it is talking to your distant heart that also can't sleep?
My thoughts are a gentle breeze, from spring to summer, from fall to winter, as long as your curtains are gently fluttering, that is, I am calling you softly.
The night is long, the thoughts are longer, the love is long, like spitting endless silk. A few nights of longing, a few more hope, this anxious heart, beat like a small drum ......
A bend of the crescent moon, like your beautiful eyebrow; a round full moon, like your smiling face. I look up at the moon night after night, from its changes, looking for your various gestures and shadows.
I don't know when we'll see each other again, but what lingers in our hearts is the same bitterness. The daytime has a fog like melancholy, the night has a cloud like thoughts.
I still don't know what loneliness is, I haven't felt the joy of being in love. Today and you separate, only the first time to feel emotional loneliness, only the first time to feel the loss of many, many.
Which star has no light, which flower has no fragrance, which time in my thoughts, without the warmth of your love.
There is a heart that groans in pain, and a soul that sings in numbness. This is my sad heart that has no solace, and this is that soul of mine that burns with the sorrow of a pining lover.
Thoughts are longer than the eternal universe, more beautiful than the temple of space, and the thoughts of the heart are deeper than the ocean.
Turning over the pages of the years, clamped that one written with you and I love the red leaves, I want to treasure them forever, cherish you and I have had the warmth and that passing youth. Only in this way can I send my heartfelt love.
Can you hear, the song of longing, is flying with the brilliant sunshine; flying to the distant border, haunting your body.
The moon's love is still there, the stars' words are cutting. Once a year, once a year, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival again! The loved ones which, the book of thoughts in your heart, and turned a few pages? You are a quiet harbor, I miss the heart boat, will be free to moor in you.
The sky outside the window is full of wadding, this year's fireworks are especially much, the dream picks up memories about you but also especially much, such as that full of flying flowers falling silently.
When we parted in pain, the boat left the shore and sailed a long way, and I still saw you in the distance, waving your handkerchief to me. Your handkerchief was like a seagull, flying in the blue sky, in the lightless darkness of the night, often swinging in my dreams.
I am a lonely boat, longing for that warm harbor. No matter how far away the end of the world is, I will sail to gently dock and tell of my thoughts in the wind and waves.
Miss your smile, miss your jacket, miss your white socks, and the faint smell of tobacco on you.
You deserve to be missed, but the word "miss" is powerless to express my warm heart. It can be said that thoughts like fire burning, in my heart forever stirring.
There is a heart groaning in pain, a soul sighing in numbness. This is my heart burned by love, is my wandering lonely soul, burning with the fire of longing.
Don't ask me about my thoughts! My thoughts, just like this river spring water, can not be stopped, cut constantly ......
You bathe in the morning dew, send me a bunch of red roses; you Phi a sunshine, send me to embark on a journey to faraway places. Now, the rose is still the same, people in two places, brilliant starry sky, acacia is still fragrant.
We have been separated for a long, long time, I will be ten thousand strands of thoughts hidden in the heart, today you come back and have to leave in a hurry, a short reunion and have to be separated for a long time.
Because of you, my doorstep grows an Acacia tree, every day with green leaves for me to dust off the despair; because of you, my window sill more a pot of violets, blooming in my heart love flowers.
Spring breeze aroused my sweet thoughts, the fragrance of the flowers stirred up the waves of love in my heart, *** degree of the golden age of youth, hand in hand to run to the hometown of that love ......
Thoughts of the song drifted from afar, that is your long wandering; thoughts of the letter from afar to send, that is my long wait.
You can see, in this spring breeze swinging night, in this moonlight sprinkled courtyard, I silently pick, silently pick, pick up are thoughts of you ......
Swinging on the lake, no rope of restraint; gaze in the quiet, no oar drive this is my thoughts of the boat ah! When the air flows in the wordless song, the water waves of love, is pushing it to the depths of twilight ......
Sleet, tugging the rain; long, long, cut the thoughts! The rain of acacia ah, whether it can also gently sprinkle on the tip of your hair, wet your heart? Your figure floats permanently in the sea of my thoughts, a hundred times more moving than the charming scenery in clear illusions and the splendid pictures in beautiful poems.
When I think of you, my heart trembles; when I think of you, tears wet the pillowcase; when I think of you, I know what loneliness is; when I think of you, I know the value of love.
My thoughts, is the elusive net; my thoughts, such as the sea that breaks the dike, why always, those days of drifting rain, y miss you ......
The warmth of love, can make the sorrows dissolve; however, my sorrows, in the night of thinking of you, but the more and more thick.
The past is like a dream like smoke, how much sweetness, how much nostalgia. Even though they are far away from each other, your love is always in my heart.
You are in my thoughts every day, happy times have no end; unforgettable past events treasured in the heart, warm thoughts are so far away!
I would like to fly to your side, turn into a lamp, accompanied by you in the knowledge of the road night march; into a pen stick, so that you hold in the hands of the stamens and flowers.
Walking on the beach of memory, picking up a colorful shell of the past is the only fun I have after you left.
The white clouds are attached to the blue sky, the blue sky is attached to the white clouds. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that. This beautiful day, teach me how not to want you? You make me see the morning sun in the night of fantasy; you make the eyes of the star of enlightenment lose their mystery; you are the first ray of sunshine in my life, flowing in the bottom of my feverish heart.
In the passing of time, remembering the long-lost you, thoughts come to me. A delicate card, a cavity of thoughts, plus pious blessings, sent to you in a faraway place.
Ah. The fluttering reverie ah, like a white flock of pigeons, flying up to the blue sky! Don't worry, this dove from the heart will know where to fly.
My footprints, printed on the white snow, like a real postmark, so I'll send you the pure snow and love together. You will receive it? There will always be thoughts of colorful feathers with the wind to drift, with the clouds to wander. My friend, you will realize how clear and beautiful the wanderings we once had are.
My thoughts are gentle winds, from spring to summer, from fall to winter, as long as your long hair flutters, it is me calling you out softly.
Your long fluttering hair, the swirling dance skirt, the gentle singing ...... weaves into my audible dream.
Your face is like the moon, your heart is like the crystal, they are adorned in my heart curtain, night and day flashing, glittering.
The closer I think about it, the farther away I feel. The only thing I can say is that the moon and I will be together for a long time. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. I miss the river, is a never thirsty river! It runs day and night, flowing is my lovesick tears, it keeps flowing, all will flow to your heart, all will flow to the sea of love ......
Besides the thoughts of you, dear friend, I have nothing. Yet if you wish, I will take my heart and hide it in the depths of your heart.
How many thoughts have been sent to the crescent moon, how many longings have been put on the cold stars, lonely night, my love, I always look forward to, your return.
Every twilight of the twilight, you are destined to become part of my pale thoughts; I still long for the days to come to be able to read the sunshine from your familiar eyes, and read the love story of the night blank illumination all around, the sky crescent moon like a hook. The cold light on the table is not clear, send me a piece of paper to you in a faraway place, pouring out my heart full of deep and heavy feelings of longing.
While the mountains are silent under the starlight, and the wilderness is sleeping under the moonlight, there is a heart that is awake. Do you know that it is talking to your distant and equally restless heart!
The stars on a spring night are so bright and moving, and in my dreams there is always a pair of stars glittering, and those are your eyes as beautiful as deep pools.
This poetic music does not belong to me, this honey-scented moonlight does not belong to me, this swift and light dance does not belong to me ...... do you know? The love that is more distant than the stars belongs to me, the footsteps that are more hurried than the winds belong to me, and the love that is deeper than the night belongs to me ......
Oh, this river of thoughts, a river that never dries up! It flows day and night, unceasingly, all to your heart, all to the sea of love!
I am a small boat drifting, longing for that warm harbor. No matter how hard the future is, or how far the road is, I will go straight ahead and sail to your harbor, and tell you about the endless thoughts in the wind and waves.
How can I forget your smile and beautiful eyes, and that fiery, mesmerizing conversation? Hehe, this river of love is flowing with thoughts of you!
You often remember me, and I often think of you, and how I cherish your sincere feelings. Love doesn't have to be in the morning and the evening, as long as the two hearts are tied together. I hope that you and I will share the same heart, and love will always be in our hearts.
Your beautiful figure, always in front of my eyes; your melodious voice, always in my ears; your elfin eyes, flickering bright in my heart ...... Yes, we are not separated.
You can see, you can hear, in this night like water in the spring night, in this courtyard full of moonlight, I silently pick gently pick, picking up are the thoughts of you ......
I put the nostalgia and thoughts, given to the birds flipping wings, to bring you warm greetings, so that the heart to leave the joy of eternity.
Everything has dimmed, but only the days gilded by the gaze of your love, washed by the river of years, still brilliant, still clear.
Kick off a string of sheer years, this mellow nostalgia although a friendship, but you and I will always be in the mood. Please cherish the feelings of friendship, **** embrace a period of knowledge of the time.
There are two lights in the window of memory, and they are your eyes of deep affection; your talking eyes say to me: the night of longing is about to pass, please welcome the dawn of meeting.
The sieve of memory has sifted down countless past events, leaving behind the crystals of love and affection you, which occupy almost all my memories.
It is said that the crystal clear dewdrops, is the tears of the stars, you know, that is also my day and night for you to flow the tears of love.
You are in my thoughts every day, and there is no end to the happy times; unforgettable memories are treasured in my heart, and the warm thoughts are so far away!
The moon is like silver tonight, how quiet, how serene? When can you and you *** cut the candles in the west window, to enjoy the quiet night and the beauty of the quiet? Can you hear, the song of longing, is flying with the brilliant sunshine; flying to that distant frontier, haunting your body.
Turning over the pages of the years, clamped that a sheet of red leaves filled with your love and mine, I want to treasure them forever, cherish the warmth you and I have had and that passing youth. Only in this way can I send my heartfelt love.
Send a piece of melodious piano, send my deep thoughts, may it wash away all your worries, so that the quiet joy long resided in your heart.
Do you hear, the song of wishing, the song of thinking, is flying with the bright sunshine; it will bring my greetings to you, and it will accompany you to reside in the distant frontier.
There is always an edge to the blue sky and the blue sea, and there is no end to your love for me. I'll turn my fine thoughts into earnest blessings and send them to you from afar.
Thoughts of a season of flowers, is my boundless heart, may your youth, full of flowers full of fragrance.
I will light countless candles for you, so that the wisps of light smoke will carry my deep blessings and bitter thoughts, and will dazzle your heart for a long time.
The spring breeze aroused my sweet thoughts, the fragrance of the flowers stirred up the waves of love in my heart, **** degree of golden age of youth, hand in hand to run to the hometown of that love ......
Waiting full of anxiety to turn my heart into a paper butterfly, wanting to fly can not be, but the empty length of a pair of Acacia's wings.
Every twilight of the twilight of the thin time, you are destined to become part of my pale thoughts; I still long for the days to come can read from your familiar eyes of the sunshine, read that love story a long-hanging heart, always put you in mind, pregnant with sweet tenderness, tasted the bitterness of the longing.
How many times have I wanted to see your happy smile, how many times have I accompanied you to enjoy the relative whisper of the wonderful.
I used to laugh with you, unspeakable warmth, I used to get you only love to give joy!
My memory of my first love, has been with a boat far away; it had carried my bare heart, floating in your heart; although then we are still ignorant, but that vow of love is still beautiful.
Let this light autumn wind blow away your loneliness! The fragrant yellow chrysanthemums, spitting out a faint fragrance, melting are tender memories.
The tenderness of your bowed head, like a hibiscus out of the water is not shy. I miss you y.
I can't forget your curved smiling eyebrows, accompanying me through the long night. The years that have gone by are long, leaving behind a piece of true love. Once, I hugged the full moon and cried for several nights, until the moon was thin and yellow, straight thistle thoughts into eternal trauma.
I vaguely remember the warmth that came from the hut without the lights, and the gaze that drifted along the road without the wind.
A sincere blessing on behalf of a sincere heart. Let the smile appear on your face when you start to read the message.
You have been far, far away from me, but your voice is always in my ears, every day and night of separation, in my heart breeding evergreen thoughts.
In the lonely moonlit night, brewing a pot of thoughts, reflecting your shadow, silently drinking alone ......
One of my tenderness is the autumn waves in your eyes; one of my thoughts is the teardrops on your face.
You often remember me, I also often think of you, your a true love, how I cherish. I love you, and I love you, and I love you, and I love you, and I love you, and I love you, and I love you, and I love you. I wish that you and I will share the same heart, and love will always be in our hearts. Which one star has no light, which one flower has no fragrance, which one time in my thoughts, there is no warmth of your love.
We can't get rid of the ten thousand strands of love, and we can't tell you how much we love each other, but we can't get rid of them, and we can't get rid of them.
Remembering the parting teardrops, soothing the pain in my heart, you left me the most beautiful blessing, into my day and night thoughts of the homeland.
The two of us can intertwine our sights, and our hearts can communicate with each other. When I think of you, my heart trembles and drips blood.
I am often haunted by the feeling of longing, and I expect that we can see each other every day, even if it is just a quick glance, my heart will also be solid and happy.
No matter where you are in the world, please remember that there is another me, thinking of you silently. In this season of remembrance, may my deep blessings, bring you joy, peace and happiness ......
Mountains and rivers can not be separated from you and me thousands of miles of letterhead, time and space can not stop you and me thinking about each other. We think of each other, so that the sleepless nights of love, condensed into crystal clear dew drops.
Send you a heart-shaped red leaves, let the past quietly evoke the thoughts of you and me.
Friends, send a greeting card to convey my sincere greetings, with my strong thoughts and warm wishes on it.
Finally, I know what it means to cherish the leaves when they fall; finally, I understand what it means to miss people after they part.
I'm in a distant country, you give me everything, folded into the memory of the boat, let it swing in the lake of the heart towards the heart.
No matter how far away from each other, no matter how long it takes to meet, my thoughts and blessings are always tied to my heart.
The song of longing floats from afar, it is your long wandering; the letter of longing is sent from afar, it is my long waiting.
Fondness is as boundless as the ocean, passion is as endless as the waves that are my thoughts.
Strings of thoughts, turned into earnest blessings, may you be healthy and happy, may you be safe and happy.
If thoughts are dreams, I wish it never wakes up there is a you in the dream, and a few more love in the dream.
Youth is a mood, flashing in the turn of life. Miss just to remember, memory is another way to meet.
The season of nostalgia and warm blessings, sending me infinite thoughts ...... of the two of us, deep and far, long and long. Although I can not see you, can not hear your voice, but I hope the message of friendship will always continue.
When you remember me, it is when I miss you most y, no matter when and where, my blessings will always follow.
This is a great way to send your blessings to your friends and family. A warm blessing, on behalf of a delicate heart, so that your desire your joy, in the gently open can be satisfied at the same time. I hope you will always be healthy, happy and joyful.
The meeting always feels short, the anticipation always feels long; memories are the withered leaves floating down and yellowing, thoughts are the green fruits on the branches.
The parting in the long pavilion is not yet finished, in fact, the willow silk has been withered, the heart is also in the falling rain but to write some verses, send a bright blessing to you, from now on, the end of the world is far away from the day of the meeting, read you all in the sleepless dream.
In the case of my heart, always y imprinted with your silhouette, the distant mountains can not hide the light of the setting sun, as I can not hide the infinite thoughts and deep feelings for you.
Thoughts are like layers of piled up clouds, silently, silently, drifting towards you.
You and I are forever isolated, fixed in our own orientation, like two unknown stars in the air, one in the south, the other in the northern night sky. Destiny is destined to never meet ...... isolation on isolation, as long as the same in a dome. Each other intersecting light, gazing at each other, even if to keep silent, silent, this is enough, although isolated, the two stars are echoed ......
Young joyful piano, brings infinite joy and joy, belongs to you, belongs to me.
Please tell me when the seed of love sown in your heart will blossom and bear fruit.
We are blowing bubbles, just as we blew soap bubbles in our childhood, and the misty-eyed dream breaks, but love grows quietly, silently.
Ah, what I can't forget is your green youth, charming smile, and, in the sunrise and sunset, the sprightly figure ......
Who can stay the long night, who can explain the meaning of love, meeting will always have parting, I will always remember you.
Unending thoughts, like a boat with a broken oar, rowing through the sea of my sorrowful heart.
The anxiety-filled waiting has turned my heart into a paper butterfly that can't fly, but grows a pair of lovesick wings.
In my heart, you are my only dream, my only thought, my only love.
Cutting that strand of sentiment, can not forget the dream of love. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get your hands on a new one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get your hands on a new one.
Green dickey, leisurely my heart; but for the gentleman, thinking of the present.
When the setting sun composes this beautiful music evening without sound, can you hear my heart singing the song of longing again? I wish, I wish to live forever in the dream, because in the dream, there is your figure. My dear, is it, is it true that I am also in your dreams? Every brief contact between you and me will become an extremely beautiful memory for me.
In the long space of life, you and I have the fate to meet, no matter whether we get together or break up later, I will always remember this chance.
One day, you will be under the lamp, flipping through my heart, and outside the window, the night is already very deep and quiet.
I see the love that is contained in your smiling face, hidden beneath your eyelashes.
Give me a flawless memory, give me a warm heart, give me a white love, for I can only come to this world once.
You are a babbling river, can't tell you how much tenderness, I drive a rudderless boat, drifting slowly with you.
A petal, drifting down from the pages of a book, like a lotus swaying in the wind, causes me to gently bring you to mind.
It will bring my greetings to you, and it will accompany you as you reside on a distant frontier.
When the spring flowers blossom, my heart burns with longing.
The past is like a dream like smoke, how much sweetness, how much nostalgia. Even though they are far away from each other, your love is always in my heart.
The two of us can intertwine our sights, and our minds can communicate with each other. The first time I saw you, my heart was trembling.
Your laughter and your tears are my most precious memories.
Please remember: two pining hearts are connected. Two strands of lovesickness silently intermingle ......
I silently pick the new branch of the golden laurel in the full moon, and weave a dream of lovesickness to send to you from afar.
Under this faint bright moon, in this faint starlight, my dream is again spread to the hometown, spread to the hometown of you ......
The moonlight is in love with the ocean, the ocean is in love with the moonlight. This kind of honey also like silver night, teach me how not to think of you? I stay in your heart, as you are in my heart; in the past and now, we have been two beings who cannot be estranged from each other ......
In every late night, this sea wave of thoughts, this wave of memories, is always knocking on the rock of my heart... ...
We think of each other remotely, so that sleepless nights of lovesickness, condensed into crystal clear dewdrops.
While separated by thousands of miles, I can still see your mirror-like heart. I can feel your soft and silky warmth.
Though separated by thousands of miles, I can still see your bright moonlike mind and feel your silky warmth.
The eyes traveled through the distant yesterday, your silhouette, your clear voice, with my memory so close, sweet.
Peaceful season, beautiful day, send strong thoughts, send you a wonderful blessing.
The distant mountains can't hide the glory of the setting sun, just as I can't hide my infinite thoughts and deep feelings for you.
Open the card, the dream comes from inside, the dusk draws your eyes, the sun sends my thoughts again.
My heart treasures a secret, to say only four words I miss you too much!
Perhaps time will silently take away everything, but I will always remember that period of time when I walked with you holding hands in the dusk.
Long love and short hate is hard to send. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, but I think I'm going to be able to get a good look at you," he said.
When your thoughts are still curled up in the envelope, my heart like a rabbit has been jumping all the time.
Wish we were weaving the same thoughts under the same starry sky.
Jun is like a bird flying far away, empty dreams follow. I'm not sure who knows how hard it is to think about each other, except for the moon in the sky.
I can't remember how long I haven't seen you, do you know how lonely my world is? The rainy dusk, and unfamiliar street lamps, lonely me wandering in this long street, but can not walk out of the net of love.
I decorate my feelings into the most colorful flower basket, I compose my thoughts into the most beautiful music, sing for you, and dedicate to you.
Your eyes are stars, always hanging in my night sky, flickering and flickering, like misty songs, vaguely floral ......
Even if I leave you far away, I will not be separated from you, because in my mind, it has long been full of memories of you... ...
The years are long, the sky and the earth are long, and I have been reclaiming the furrows and gullies on my forehead with my lovesickness. When the setting sun composing this beautiful music without sound ...... evening, you can hear my heart sing the song of thoughts again? Please smile! If you shed tears, wet always my face; if you are sad, bitter always my heart.
The night is thick, I in the memory of the tide of the heart, scooped up a sweet dream, the dream overflowing, but all is your smiling face.
Like the starlight, it is the eyes of your smile. It is adorned in my heart screen, night and night bright crystal ......
The forgettable, the brand is so deep; the remembered, the image is so fuzzy. Oh, the brook of thoughts, there is no ice.
You, the moon as quiet, the moon as skilful ...... you as the moon, the moon like you, night after night from my dream rises.
Colorful thoughts, instantly condensed into a you graceful and elegant, standing in front of me.
The dawn, with her delicate fingers, extinguished my all-night lamp, but also ignited my breeding night of love.
I