White moonlight, they are difficult to round away from the people dream, Love will Tear Us Apart, sunny even better to send away a piece of Acacia. - Questions on the branches in mind, I was under the window, covered with plaid text book on the night of sorrow. and easily with songs off my next life, thoughts of yesterday and today is a non-story, perhaps, the past has been the wind, and the heart is a pear quietly from scratch.
Of many wind near song into a dream of butterflies, dancing is the rhythm of moving, the忧怨"Tangshan Tangshan" heart draft ... ...
Night, deep; months, sentimental. This night, this month, had to think of you.
Think you - is a gentle water of the moon is dark and elegant night.
Think you - is a reincarnation of the heartbeat clock, the wind brought floral quarter.
Because like you, because of respect, so interwoven into a network of thoughts of a network of waiting. Is to stand the wait for the hope that if the deep night. Lacking on whether a full moon, people love you from the dream of a short separation and volatile love you, love you such as the hook, love you calm Ruo-Bing!
This month, the 1000 Cup run to their 1000 Cup Yang, drunk in my heart, wake up in the branches. Chang'e moon do not believe in, "To get the bright blue sky," not high, love the top floor - every success story in recent months, the world Alas!
This night, where a view morning and evening, get drunk, and dream, and fell asleep, with closed eyes is dark. Bo and degrees, not Bo and capacity, all non-interest. Quiet is the night of intoxicated dream ; tick is the pulse of the night, with the event; rustle is the night air
This month, not just the first round; this night is not easy to observe good separation. This must be met that night, the former present, with the case, "Love you, love you not only in physical body, but also love you adhere to the location of the land by taking the first step!"
This habitat, it is moving, the moonlight, such as water, wet my window.