Red years of wistful, the mood fluctuations
Long trestle, in whose poetry was song of the? sunglasses shop Can not stay passionate. Then things difficult to close tears every year when Liu Shao infected with spring green, but also old Acacia is a seasonal cycle. Long ferry, in the past who had been stacked inside? Wind and rain do not want to be scattered. Lvfeihongshou season, falling curtain Long, lazy mind, feared the unknown bird, aroused by the wine drunk on the dream's shadow. Your page in my book, you in my heart the lake, water Lian Lian Department, Dangqi what Qingsi Wanlv? Slightly raised mouth to conceal the Na Yiju the Acacia did not say? World clean, beautiful earth, who intentions of care? Looking back now, that traces of deep and shallow along the way, is still around but the words in the left and right ups. You, the rising rays of my life in. Are you pulling my infatuation to love the ferry, but I do not know, this life, where is the boat's water system Mae? Think that thousands of years ago, wind chimes Watanabe, Qiuchan uphold the sorrow and misery down the floor. If not that, the first tears flow, Xixi say goodbye to send you travel ... ... one another for years, but I do not know where you are? You are not, how many moments of beauty as hypothetical; you're not, the secular world many thousands of diverse and cover my style; you're not, I can say with exuberant Susan who listen? Then again raise a glass Come raise a glass in this thread carrying Sheng time, which raised certain events this season, lifting the Red event inside the lofty, sense of loss drink discretion, crept warble, a glass cup wine, and the lips kiss and drink, goods not that sweet and the wine, only Nalv deep sense of bitterness left in the tongue, incidentally, also note that the years are from the side stumbled gradually go away, go away gradually from the side ... ... Long years, several times in reincarnation, dreams met several times and the phase do not ... ... from I do not know, dream, why there is always a shadow, come and go, go again, dim, clear forward, but always know who is always in my dreams back and forth ... ... you say, you know I have for you every now and then for a thousand years; I said, years of transmigration, after all, such words to the depths of the Red reunion. If so, even waiting for a thousand years, is also a lack of good, though regrettable able Mingxinkegu. Red Dust in the casual glance, you would pull system, and present my past life, as if the loss of thousands of time around the moment, and I totally muddy, I do not know which to go. So so close between us, as if as long as the fingers of a hand can pull phase. Heart, loved just hold, then distance is no longer a distance. So between us is so far, when I look back, the other side of this side, had to repeat a Red. You listen, and who, in crossing, mac palette eyeshadow blowing a study on three Ruqirusu suddenly resounded through the night in silence under? Red years of wistful, mood fluctuations, it is so light in the study on three financial years with, the warmth, comfort with the ... ... Close your eyes, time and space, memory far away as voiceless, such as wave-like slowly Yang Kai, another quiet dispersed quiet ... ... chilly moonlight, such as drinking a glass of mellow wine, it had forgotten to set off a word in the tie down, the light sentence while drunk, who wrote, read from whom? Perhaps, all in all, have not forgotten, but no one knocking that door on the mind. This study on three to ride, walk on. However, gradually break to sob, it had to bear patiently with the withered flowers, Chenzheyese, flies silently, leaving no trace.