The illusion of ink like smoke, love stained years, who promised who a world of love and warmth

Lonely lamps and moonlight at night, lightly wrapped in thin gauze thin shadow relocation. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the end of the day, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on your own. -----The title of the night color is thick, sleep is shallow, the slightest rain Run moss. From a distance, the whole sky seems to be splashed with a layer of thick ink. Let me wield the ink to visualize strands of love, such as smoke, long, long refused to dissipate. I like this moment of myself, like this moment away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Perhaps loneliness is always stained fingers years, perhaps the fingertips are always enamored of the Song lyrics in the sadness of leaning against the window, do not think and think, look back, you smile peacefully, I tearful. The encounter with you is ultimately sunk a world of love. It seems like rain intertwined, dribs and drabs broken heart. So, laying a piece of paper, surplus a bosom tenderness. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night. I'm not sure if you remember the first time you met me, but I'm not sure if you remember the first time you met me. I'm not sure if you remember, but I'm not sure if you know what I'm talking about. Do you remember the joy of interlocking your fingers? I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than that. Do you remember 。。。。。。 A chance encounter, three lifetimes of reincarnation, just this one glance, so that I do not pour the country, not pour the city, pour his life for a person! The rain is cold and the tears are empty. If all the encounters in the world are a reunion of a long time, why gather and disperse? If all my words can be transformed into smoke, why is it so deep in my heart? Let me in the shallow time passing, can not bear, refused, unwilling, away from you? I believe in all the destiny, just like the belief that I am the woman who practiced for love in the past life, and you meet, love, are my destiny in this life. Just everything is too hurried, too hurried! It is said that the mountain is the story of the water, the cloud is the story of the wind, the smoke is the story of the rain, just like I am the story of you. Corner meets love, the end of the enemy can not defeat the fate of a gathering and dispersal of the bleak. I can't avoid the mourning of a heart that goes up in smoke. The pen down the heart of the sea of love surging, think of Qing ink stained people difficult ****. To be the end of the prosperity, is ultimately negative that a Jiangnan rain and smoke of the covenant, the mountains and rivers forever silent. Returning geese are difficult to book, the sad pharynx long sky. The vicissitudes of the world through no words, only the west wind complaint. Twisting a thousand thoughts, carrying ten thousand strands of love, rubbed into the silk rain. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one. The night is still young, and the shadow is dancing in the green frost. Rain, wind, autumn cold and fine, into the eyes of the Xiao Xiao rise. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this, and I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure that I've had a good time, and I'm sure that I've had a good time. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it, it's also about the way you look at it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Dyeing a season of bleakness is finally pulled down the curtain, but also the sadness of the city. At the moment, I just want to be a cool woman. Indulge in the love of wantonly come and go, you can enjoy the sweetness of love, but also indifferent to the loss and pain of love away. As a matter of fact, who has ever really forgotten what has gone before, what has passed by? Loved, hated, who can really lighten up? When everything has returned to the wind and waves, once the drop will be returned to the stranger. Only left some can not use words to modify the memory of our life crushed into points of sentimental rain, just in every lovesick night, just outside the window, down a non-stop 。。。。。。 A flower and a grass, folded sleeve full of fragrance, secretly happy spring red still. A dream of a lifetime love, dyed smile eyebrow Yang, that expected the dream woke up people two confused. It is a rainy night, phantom ink can be like smoke, how do you know, green rain and smoke building to bear to forget each other, fall vegetarian turn red each hurt. It is the dust of the past, the past does not mention, that can, flying red chaotic order back to the wind dance, has fallen into the half-face makeup. The love is still the same, the memories are still the same. The light and shallow memory wanders in the darkness of the drizzling rain. I can not restrain the miss, hazy season of rain smoke, in every night with rain, only for you to sing lightly, condensed into words, ink dye you and I used to be prosperous, scattered into a spot point of sadness. The pen down the blue flowers, want to depict difficult to write, the most on the heart! Phantom ink like smoke, love dyeing the flow of years, can I only allow you a world of love and warmth? Text: Dream Ru Edit: Phantom Ink Like Smoke