The lake light and shadow, acacia in the end of the world, the moon color is fascinating, I was drunk in your tender arms. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you. 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 them.
The sadness spread out, intertwined in the whole sky, in the darkness of the night to hear a low sob, is not you cry, sadness built a wall, others can not enter, you can not get out.
Worrying about the wind falling leaves fall, the remnants of tears in the late fall cheeks slowly slide down. The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole world had been destroyed, and I was able to see that the world had been destroyed, and I was able to see that the world had been destroyed. 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.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming. The wind is blowing gently through the branches, blowing to who, then no longer wandering. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Some people, some things, a turn, is a lifetime. Regrettably beautiful, in retrospect, bloomed into a flower, forgetting the years, forgetting themselves.
A poem and a pen are difficult to say, a mountain and a water to say. You are in a distant place, once so far so close, now so close so far. The only thing is that the eternal fairy tale, broken in that instant, can no longer find the person in the story.
The wind and flowers in the snow and snow a few more spring, before the flowers and the moon set three lives. The good forever in the moment broken, said the happiness forked into a crossroads, to the left and to the right are no longer your figure. Give me three minutes, let me sing a love song for you again, let me love you again.
Three thousand dreams before Buddha, a dream a spring and fall. If you forget, take me away too. If love is gone, why leave me still struggling in the dark night, still in your dream, refused to wake up. If love understands, I am in the spring, but you are still in the fall, separated by the cycle of seasons.
At the end of the day, the distance between the two sides of the world, the hands of the white head of the nine days. Spring in the call, flowers in the hope, the wind is jumping, I'm here waiting for you. In the past life, in the other shore reincarnation, in the dawn before the break of dawn, waiting for you. Waiting for you to smile like a flower, waiting for you to make up, waiting for you to dance with the butterfly, holding hands with the spring, in this April, into the fairy tale of doing things.
Telling the warmth of the love of each other, a cavity of the heart to ask the moon. Spring and Autumn played a few gizzard, the years left pale `space black and white. How many remote thought of the mountains and rivers as the same, but still can not draw a you a smile flowers. I waited for you in the wind all year round, still did not hear your story, and then, the wind stopped, I could not find the way to come, leaving only acacia trembling in the wind.
Rain in the season's reckless drifting down, the umbrella of the people carefully dodged, no umbrella of the people are not bound, let the rain fall, the acacia irrigation, the thoughts wet in the center of the season. I kissed the temperature of every drop of rain, but also can not retain the coming and going of each. The year, Jiangnan drizzle, the umbrella of the scholar is no longer, the end of the alley is also no longer her waiting.
The rest of my life, long and short, I wish the wind and snow is you, plain is you, the sun and the moon is you, the stars and the river is you. I want to open my eyes and see your face, but I don't want to see you anymore. The rest of his life, where the love of peace, nowhere to be safe, nowhere to return.
Complaints only people in the wind, love and hate all by me. I put you in the eyes of thoughts, I am in the wind, waiting for you to return. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this. I'll be in the wind, waiting to become a model of lovesickness.