Zhuang have a dream, can not put into words the pain of my heart. It grows in my heart, despite the pace of my thoughts trampled on, let dawn on the eve of sleep embrace. I began to understand, but I can not put down. I would like to miss, but the thoughts have been distant. I'm on this, Zhuang in a dream, we can not be a total of v thousand Butterfly and could not weave the night in total Youmeng. Although I am not in that dream, I have thought about, thought about that dream where you meet. You have to go far into the Zhuang Zhou's dream, and I am still hovering around the outside of the heart, you unlatched. How can I look forward to, you will be out of Zhuang Zhou's dream, came to my side. I figure is so thin, swaying in your dreams, waiting for the cry of the river, waiting for the flood of yearning. I can not be untied you leave a knot, the color of faded can not afford to memory is to render my loneliness. I am lonely in the night, in the Indus branches withered, looking forward to your picking. I clean Huayu, every now and then in the solitude of the sky, ready to fall for your love. I can not see, can only listen to the wind to tell me, you sleep under the blessing of the dandelion knockoff oakleys, I would remind you of knitted brows furrowed night. Did you know? I no longer belong here, I'll go to another country. There, I will dye hair aromatherapy you left that world, where you reshape it into a Zhuang Zhou's dream. I plug in a pair of dislocated wings, surrounded by the ghost of you, flying thousands of times, but that you look at me again. Your eyes closed, I left a place without you. I feel lonely, so put down the Red flying in the universe upside down the night of stars, commissioning of the wind and rain for thousands of years the temperature. I love the world of confusion, struggling with painful memories, cried at the end of the missing. When do I get out of your world in order to find the Zhuang Zhou's dream to see the thousands of heavy Butterfly.

Choose to give up, decided to no longer not to go near your side, Do not ever feel lonely when I think about you. I think I can, my flesh and blood will be built into the walls of my life, to resist the wind to withstand heavy rain. A loss in the wind, wandering in the rain. Do not feel your presence, the world in my eyes small. Windy, cold weather, parasol trees falling in my heart, illusion and you clear appearance. You are so sweet, I can only very thick in the mirror. You are so gentle, I can only dream to be a moment of comfort. Your smiles are my thoughts. They Indus leaves intertwined lays out I staggered the blood. The blood-red color dissipated, the memory of the Indus, fermentation, to my dismay tears. Tears blossoming wilt, I can not do anything, only borrowed the embrace of the wind, embrace the same as sand charming. Retreat, retreat, retreat to your habitat dream. Zhuang Zhou dream, I do not want my farewell music, I can not let go of Meng. Put down like that, but I can not find your direction, you do not give the final farewell. I had so think you want to cheers and laughter of your season, think you went into the lane in the rain when the graceful posture. Maybe I should say goodbye to your gentle, we are not a dream of the butterfly, not Zhuang only dream of. I want to give up, want to give up hope that deviate from the reality track. It has supported my emaciated body, into the deserted courtyard to listen to the ravings of your dreams. I wish your dream my lonely figure, even if there is one, can soothe the thoughts of sadness. My heart is in pain, weight loss in the butterfly dream stopped beating the moment of parting. I want to tell you, I want you, this is true, the campus from the song first played no. I would like to take your hand and feel the love receded by the palm of your hand, feel your melancholy in neon. However, I did not in your heart, I can only hide the Butterfly, secretly in Zhuang Zhou dream thoughts.

In your heart, I do not occupy a position, perhaps a corner of the sun, perhaps there is no place. I was standing room only, standing behind the crowd, watching you, and wished he could have put their heart out to you. But I do not have near you the opportunity to your side around too much shadow, their burly body blocked me see your eyes. You further and further away, in my eyes blurred, I can only stood in the window to spy on you every now and then the long hair. Quietly, hoping the time to stop turning at that moment, I can not be so selfish. The flowers you are not in my life, my tears irrigation can not wither. I was like a fall leaves swirling in the wind, to capture your faint aroma. Have you ever bloom, blossom before my eyes, my eyes tightly lock your shadow, afraid you'll be addicted I miss the ocean. You should not wither, and should not be dying, because the patch of evergreen green leaves set off your bright against the United States. I would like to inject their own blood to your heart, you tighten the bud, Zhuang Zhou's dream bloom again. I will be turned into a butterfly, infected with the color you like, fly to your love, give you hope, give you the sun.

Perhaps this is a mistake, even their own can not forgive the error. I hope to be forgiven, the rain washing, get your eyes sympathy. I do not expect you will be moved Oakley Juliet Sunglasses, but I just want to look at the one you never see you again. The only way, I can slowly the old backlog in the heart of the discourse, like my love for you. Think you said the sound I love you, but I do not have the courage to confront, once again, your indifference. You stand on the water side, so far, I can not touch your emotions. The only parting, parting is my last dream, I want to fade your thoughts, into a thousand Butterfly, into the Zhuang Zhou's dream. I want to completely cut off their own care, to meet again with you in the cold wind and rain. I like a stranger as you pass by, to prove that they have forgotten you. My disguise, in your sweet, melt, and disappear in your breath. I could not help but miss the tears, two in the edge of love moist. I stopped praying that you do not go too fast, do not go too far. I alone need you to rescue my night need you to fill. Without you, this world lacks the beauty. Without you, this world has lost love. I was so selfish and always want to have your own, always want to grow old with you. Love has never been a unilateral Acacia, my wishful thinking doomed my ideas come to nothing. With you is so simple yet so complex. Acacia tenderness only in Zhuang Zhou's dream complete, Momo tears in their eyes only on you Butterfly.

The night has been deep, and broken dreams to piece together not my desolate figure. I stood on the plane-tree, waiting for your affectionate Looking back. Long standing, my body and my love began to have numbness and loss of warm perception. Never stop thinking about you, my thoughts can not afford your relentless turned. Coming your way, may also have gone through, you do not stay, only gave me one never can not read the expression. I curled up in the lonely night, whispered sobbed. You do not look back, my love is like a rushing river, with my sorrow, the flow of the distance. Perhaps in the future, you will won my sorrow, cleaning your delicate face. Do you seriously listen to it cry its heart can no longer breed out of love. Those who love to give up your beauty, they are not indifferent heart. I think it's time I should pick up a piece of sycamore leaves, softly into the Zhuang Zhou's dream, with a final farewell.

Daily opened his eyes, the first thing is to you. In the gap of time, I think you and the din of wind and rain like you, want you in the lonely Zhuang Zhou's dream. I think I was lonely, or I will not let his heart bleeding, tears, thinking of you smiles. Do not know you in where at the moment, do you also hear the call of love. In this cold night, remembering seems to be a joke Oakley Crosshair 2.0 Sunglasses, but it has to dress up my serious face. I like to laugh, I do not have your dream, no solution lonely Butterfly. Wish the backpack away from the earth, and Zhuang Zhou dream of the butterfly as partners, but I can not fit you. I can only waving wings, leaving a thousand Butterfly guard your pleasant smile.