When I opened the door to unlock memory barrier, in an instant, just want a person quietly, quietly graceful and restrained in a flower, in a good time, carefully prepared with a fault between with you.
Fog days, it seems that there are always some lost, opened the window, touching the thin mist, dreamlike arbitrary amount, and a little sad, so lonely for your thoughts.
May be a person for a long time, and there are more or less lonely, dense air, reveal a little meaning, through the shade curtain of memory, in accordance with the fragrance of the tears, those once beautiful and sad, at the corner of the unknown.
Who said, ah, such as the window's wind write full of anticipation Edge, such as the sky clouds into the wind. A misty rain a lot in patches of fly into a dream, I have always believed that the amount of residual red, is reserved for love, Dream beauty pro
for the transfer of youth.
Years along the edges, I walked, also thinking, inadvertently, unexpectedly his sadness, when a beam of smooth round at your fingertips, the cycle of flows in the direction of the pulling my heart. When time to become the burden of memory, all the good I really don't know, what's left of the go...
Vague, I do not know how long time in the past, it seems that the fog dispersed, some have become clear. I'm thinking, if I look back to you, my heart just for you, the corner of life, I put all the hope, then, in the billowing world of mortals, whether you will accompany me to see the wind light cloud light, Dream beauty pro
see water out...
One season flowers fragrance, a fragrant jasmine tea, how I wish, in a clean, in the morning sun on the earth, dew glistening on the Mosaic, we stand side by side in the flowers. Slowly closed melancholy eyes, that fascinate soul free nerve, into idle sorrow plumes, that will be how romantic thing.
Now, in accordance with the eyebrow bend in April, twist a wisp of fragrance, are all looking forward to full, full of all base. Water past and gone, with yellow green book, read again and again turns out, even if know, already did not have the inside of your hair.
If, it is time for you my distance, dilute the trace of emotion, why think of, is still fresh, whether had been hurt too thoroughly, and the cry of the soul, and engraved on the profound mark, stubborn wandering in the time of the dust.
Walk in the journey of life, always there are too many disappointments, Dream beauty pro
too much of the past can't mention, thin cut continuously, the reason also disorderly of refreshment. Sleepless thoughts and dyed with blackish green sad. In the flow of time, folded into the wind.
The trip, the countless stories to have, how many intoxicating left back. In emotional life, still can't catch tight rational line, lost is always casual leave. When miss on the paper, in the face of time, have found alone for a long time of heart, have been accustomed to loneliness.
While I stand on the way coming, can't find the direction of the back. I don't know what can I do, forward or back. I just, I just the shadow of loathe to give up when you turn around.
And keep watch day without wind, cloud, rain; Day without dreams, who is looking forward to, sometimes, for the past really ridiculous, standing in the clouds to xi, with the smell of taste, I why this should go all the way so awkward?
Is in the near future, we will meet by chance, your hand gently holding the misty rain permeated, Dream beauty pro
gently opened the prologue of the story, I was just thinking, by that time, root of herbaceous peony flowers will still the same?