Heavy rains come at midnight, knocked the endless lifeline, a director, the fate of the game, this ending. Love and parting, ultimately, that a Cenji the waters quietly opened it last rain curtain.
Open our hearts and the doors and windows. The soul of every point, every second. Tremble in the night, the idea began to learn, forgotten.
Overnight beating in the years lake, Gean Petals across the water, peel off the false impression that the wind was irreversible, and air Gezhuo a dream like a scattered mind deep depression. After experiencing the desire and disappointment, those tired of the wind blowing through the passing thoughts of the wave in the water. In the quiet months of clouds, such as India. Flower teardrop in the washing of mind that hard to heal wounds.
Attractive enchanting after heavy rain washed under the pale. A kind of life gradually lay down a heavy henselae. She went alone dance, in the bright flashing gorgeous Qunjiao Xiaguang in the semi-final Youmeng window stay in the cliff, a sentimental noiselessly, a voice echoed. Time is medicine for healing trauma.
Sunset time of silence is difficult to forget the past years, over the past years in the Xia li Looking into the distance, hard to take off frustrated sadness, and chill the flowering of the rainy season, the heart is still floating in the wind. Winter to spring, streaks of delicate fragrance. Seasons wind gently gently tell the ultimate outcome, forgotten.
The edge of the dark night will gradually buried alive. Dream on the other side, little white sail. Blessings from afar gradually faded, faded. Fragments of the soul, it is inevitable vicissitudes of life. Instant laments that a love of words. But Zhichitianya. Rotating back, whether the next rainy season, at the same latitude met you again. When the frosting blanking step slow boat adrift Queba lonely, hanging on the tree branches.