Sadness blowing, like a quiet flute music, the past will spread into water, moon, in memory of the gallery, turning the convergence, and gently flowing. Fingertips, like a meteor across, short, but beautiful. Children can not tell the taste of my heart, reminding us of scenes in a half sleep soundly awake.Love, flowers yesterday as sweet and shy, prosthetic fragrance, enchanted.That bunch of lily, it should still space, but into my dreams every night, as Lin Fang Fu my mind, such as hook and the moonlight, the stars of the sky reflected into the river, into the embrace of a person’s chest child……Wake up, it is thousands of miles barrier.Ages, also could not see you, so that way I fell in love with the piece, silence, silence. Happy like yesterday.Maybe, I love this is a dream woman.Inadvertently, as did a beautiful dream, despite the smile lingered tears, but still dedicated to keep a memory.I am helpless, you know; I’m sad, you know; all my thoughts, you know everything.And I also do not wish to expose to others the things to say to you.I have become accustomed to your concerns, your comfort, your encouragement.Snow, you told me to be careful on the road; cold weather, you will remind me to wear more clothes; before the game, you will tell me I have confidence; after discharge, you know you will say to me all my things, a lot of things in your heart……Somewhere, I think in you, there must be a past life origin, or why, with each other, is so intimate, like that treasure?You smile as bright moonlight; your eyes light, like stars as deep; your magnetic voice, but in my heart swing a beautiful lake ripples, my ears, sounded beautiful song “Hawthorn moonlight “. However, I am a woman aloof, introverted, contradictory.I’m afraid, afraid that they drunk deep of which, fear, pride has always been like if the meteor fall.Understand their own dual personality, ah, always, always, accustomed to strong lies with the fragile cover.I’m afraid, afraid of being misunderstood.Afraid that they did not dare to look in the mirror, in the past, despite the haggard face, his heart can be powerful ah, even more suffering in Journey of life, and he is able to himself, smiled and comment. Sigh, sigh again.The ray of tenderness, abruptly stripped chest child. Why is the most beautiful thing so short?Flash in the pan, a glimpse, beautiful.Hong consumption, the memories are still. Ask yourself, sad, what can? Heart, suddenly stinging, sour feeling spread, and then spread, my heart, tremble helpless, Li move.Is not in a sense of destiny to fulfill, people sank Flow.As earlier met you, in the end, how will?Tonight, Who soaked my heart a deep sense of sadness? Everything is so real, yet so vague.A dream, and that you join the community, embracing Xiangxi, there are many lingering deep memory……I want to dream a thousand years, rather, crying and laughing, the sweet pain. Love, helpless precipitation, became my life experiences in a different kind of pearl.It is said, mussels, is to be endured pain to nurture pearl, then, if I was silly bird silly mussels?Millennium wait years to be broken neck Looking back, only in exchange for this life and you encounter, knowing each other, Xiangxi, love.This love can be, is not the time to come, they also like a grain of sand, deeply deeply embedded in my life, I panic, I’m confused, I trembled, I’m happy, I’m sad…..Finally causing injury to you, my tears.So, consider re-consider, I put this love, heavily wrapped, Melaleuca Wan layers, each layer is helpless, is sad, is sad and lonely wandering lilies…… I was a silly mussels, met, fell in love, and dodged.Every single day, you try to forget, the twilight, was removed in the middle of the night, ask yourself, mind children, ever forget for a moment? Hope to escape; happy, sad; love, loss……Hearts flavors and taste, the chant a sad love song, you and I have come together on that tree-lined road, the sorrow and the sorrow and sing.That way, I sat on your motorcycle, heart children, I have together given you, always, wanted to withdraw, they are not as power. I was a silly mussels, a heavily wrapped in the love mussels, my dear, you miss so if, like me, still, I have forgotten?