A pool of ink, Banzhan time, the tempting promise of Sansei aesthetic past, twist support prime pen difficult to complaints from the War.
Homecoming miss Allure, longitudinal Saatchi fireworks can not withstand a paper loneliness, I robbed the situation, I only hope that your solution.
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Mo flowers makeup, miss tempting, half the Su Jian, no longer presents an aesthetic fleeting. Even if people disappear, and thinking in the horizon, also the elegy not had that beneath pure numerous past.
Perhaps, this life, I'm just a quiet boy, but an indifferent man, with the most gentle touch text, wrote that the most vulnerable, the most easy to feel bad, bit by bit broken to read and if so, thinking of you.
[The situation in the water, you Picking】
Ethereal thoughts swirling in the south, the daughter of tenderness, many years back and forth, Jiangnan still guarding the original context, that the most primitive gentle, that the most original and beautiful, as you in my heart, open as the prime language of the Lotus .
Usually there is always a trace of the southern complex hook keep my thoughts, let me dancing in the Sir Georg Solti ten lotus incense pure, forget the desolation of the heart, to find the warmest country.
In the endless wandering, the number of past wind into sand Oakley Half X Sunglasses, and how much story into the moment she explains, until you encounter rain Suzhou, square to find the destination of my soul. From then on, hang back, hold a paper umbrella, wearing away at the bluestone alley, only to encounter that gentle smile.
Gentle smoke Cui Yu puzzled white curtain of rain splashing, but can not reproduce that year, flowers everywhere, turned or sea, turned around, but has become Kuwata. Can still recall that moment of your face, melting into the snow, I can not touch the fleeting, into my palm around bees fly Splendor, watermarks mountain soft.
Siege willow, sparked countless Fang, Dai purple air ablation into the school and lonely. The apricot pavilion, rain, you Whom stay, faintly see your face so close yet so far the Shenzhe apricot fragrance, diffuse my eyes, since then, I forgot to go back, have forgotten Looking back. General, such as her is so weak, then the injury, only for you, write a lifetime of love, then shed the tears of a lifetime.
You know, the pavilions, you will no longer Pink complains, but whom you fold one thousand paper cranes, in a thousand is not a warm day, the promise of a thousand beautiful wish ? That the enduring expectations, is it still tears pillow Millennium embroidered pillow to stay? I do not you hope people just passing through your life in the past, the crowd, and even pass you, blink of an eye will be forgotten.
Over the southern, of drifting Jiduo white clouds, like that white day that white thoughts, durable ghost of thick clouds, accompanied by the sunlight of a little drunk passed out in the soft dialect of Wu, Ke on the eyes in an instant, has emerged out of your face. Or if the year is so love Ruosu, clear spirit such as water, is it?
Static good Jiangnan, quiet a good time, good text to write static, will miss you buried in the depths of my pen letterhead into a drift of the Fallen flowers into a blood-like thoughts. Even though troubled years, and also willing to mark territory for you.
Listening, that the echo resounded through the heart, bypassing the Jiangnan Jianjia gray waterfront, bypassing of Suzhou Shenxiang sleep lotus pond, bypassing my mind the most delicate thoughts, in between your eyebrows more low hands freeze into eternity.
If pregnant hold the Jiangnan into the pillow can be able to think you lonely, lonely day, every drop of Qin Liang quiet Cang tears are bleeding heart, a touch read the most vulnerable.
Allure a once met, would you care? Carrying the attachment of A thousand times I have been a long time to stay where you leave a gentle, the most delicate in Jiangnan waterside, just for you foot the blue bridge paved with the moon sailed past, Pear snow, over the scattered, wet Who fleeting? At this point, the southern gentle, your face is still stuck in my fingertips, in dipped moon and stars black mark on the most deep-seated thoughts flashed.
Water Mae cloud edge, Fengbai Red in Liantang depths, waiting for your arrival, such as waiting for a lotus flower.
Think you, read you, deep in the south, just waiting for you to lotus, Su Yi Qing Yan, hand whisk, would be sufficient to this lifetime attachment.
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Adrift in a good friend of the season, to write the text of a cure, and the depths of the writing can not be erased is a touch of the biggest concern and the affectionate. Mind, such as butterflies, Pianfei fleeting scroll up and down, dried out, but the memories, forget, or memories.
Involved in the lifetimes of reincarnation, only willing to give a cycle crossing acacia, yes, you smiled Looking back, the heart is a lotus flower. If the lotus flower, the heart can never be out of the most beautiful flirtatious, then, waiting for yesterday, today stay, whether, or so tender?
Flowing through how much of the past winter flow through the spring and summer, whose thoughts turned into a meteor, over the days of track, such as spring months as warm smile in who I left a broken marks? Indulge in your sweet embrace, who tears into the love of the ravines, and finally drift.
Qin break outs, guitar broken strings, light refers to the micro-bomb, fleeting fragments become the heart of Luo Ji, and write miss crippled pain never stops. The fragrance of the lotus stay in the terraced rice paddies of the time, waiting for you into heaven is a white, into his eyes falling tear, blue tears. That touch of tenderness keeping everything in the ring of the years quietly sleeping a thousand centuries.
The osteoclasts thoughts come and go in a sudden, the light Qingyin, slightly breathing. Years a little drunk, the gently wine in the bitter with the tongue licking, recalling past incomplete, Italian Lang feeling concubine had this also left the silk touch micro Hong? The bitter taste Acacia elusive text entrusted to the Acacia, entrusted to the fleeting, the note of this, that beautiful tenderness.
The falling flower, my heart is connected with dying? Water period, the thoughts never stop? Acacia too hard, my world you still there? Love to pass this hurdle, promised has now if they would be to reproduce?
Glass-like Cheng pulls, led by butterfly dream, the promise of love, the need to wait for the millennium? The heart of a blossoming dream, through the past as in the rings of time, came to this life. Perhaps you have been away from me no longer far away, I turned into the sun and the moon fleeting, and open love to find connections with the amber of my tears, memories, slowly and gradually sink in the love of terraced rice paddies in the round, until the end of life.
Years to pull down the curtains, and dash cold dye to make the moon's burning, wears a desolate, shattering the quiet of the night. Sleep at night, under bleak for a looking at months, such as the chaos of the clouds, to make every human pathos. Who is under the moon light to get the light shadow? Dream Onewave, sat alone in the attic crossing, looking at the road dust limp walk, Wan hoofs do, just not when you come to the scene.
Just so it leaves the wind every now and then, the wind raised dust, only I am alone, Acacia, alone, alone at the back. Retain fallen leaves swirling with tears, tears retain the dust settled, only for you to never leave.
Red one language, one hundred to read raw tobacco. The famine street, have laid flowers. Fluttering butterfly dream, wrapped in my fingertips fake oakleys, falling to your face buried thoughts into it a ghost town, a city, waiting for your arrival.
[Bustling Xu, fireworks Allure
Best streamer Xie, carved Road, bustling of. Qianhua snow, wedding day a dream. The moon confront, joys and sorrows, sad Parting. Even if a paper Zhongchang, what need is infatuated with tears?
Falling every now and then, cover Yanhua Xiang Merry. Three feet of thin white silk, who is buried spirit? Spend for whom fall? I have missed! Flow of tears for whom? People has been bald! Years of age without losing the period! Seoul has been a stranger! Some love, one love, one glass of wine, a sad and Yuanyang envy can not also envy not cents, only Acacia, in the lonely end of the fleeting, in exchange for a lifetime waiting for.
Once upon a time, you want to with you Look for some blossom, bloom Yunjuanyunshu look complicated fireworks fleeting, but because of the reality of the sad and helpless, just adding to an unfinished dream.
Today, how much Flower in the Mirror in the water, buried in the Red Amidst the final dissipation of you or me? Carrying pigment pen, carrying a noisy paper will be your smile in solidified in my mind, into a sky of fireworks, beautiful dissipated. To the end, who will bury you? Only for the next, and then together.
Su Ying Qingsha, Su Ying Qingsha, bamboo breeze, breeze bamboo, lotus pond, an aged, stained to your taste, marching away Shuibo, looking for your micro-fang. Landscape bamboo, plain pen you draw, pull tulle, dancing sleeves, light dance-owned, sweet songs, to render a Petals, greeted by an instant your face to become the heart the deepest attachment.
Love in the Cape, can not be separated 2 two Acacia, the situation in the horizon, broken can not be two or two silent, I used the Sansei your thoughts alone drink the bowl of a dream woman soup, buried mountain bone listening that routed and listen to that bees fly Splendor! Breeze singing, fine water flashy, put you in my heart, any quiet days is good as ever.
You know, New Year's Eve night, the night of the Lantern Festival, Valentine's Day Valentine's night, I will be in that acacia, a person burn the fireworks of the two men. Without you, I watched the fireworks bursting in the sky, and look forward to your arrival.
Do you see it? On the day of the fireworks, so beautiful, so prosperous, the dim depths, can you pretty figure in the silent sky, his mouth full of tears, only for me to wait for enough masterpiece.
Come in handy paper and ink, dip pen thoughts written, graceful, free and easy without losing the delicate and pretty. Feelings in a meaningful verse undercurrents, you know, the balcony of Phantom of the Opera, I am eagerly waiting for Weizui, Zhuzu Looking to wait until midnight pear blossoming open?
Thin lips with the Tsui flute, light tones such as water. Twilight evening of life, no longer nostalgic Cheng pulls reborn. Come to realize a dream, you gather the face slowly faded in the memories of the long-awaited opening, into fragments. The memory of old paintings such as the Ink deep, noble and elegant. By yesterday, residual fragrance of the comb, I once again holding in her hand, careful collection.
As you know, reincarnation is a robbery, I have been into the robbery. Period Sansei, have you ever understand?
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Life, if met, Xu I, Allure!