December 30, 2014

My heart deeply, there are thousands of guitar

Walking in the world, do a flower swaying in the wind in spring flowers, in the years of the soil nurtured his interest, don't forget to leave a hope, to the heart of a warm. Apricot rainy season, spring green river Nanan, I in the red dust in the cycle several times, a few degrees look, wait for the encounter with you in the misty rain, spectrum a immeasurably vast difference, playing a harp in royal, the interpretation of a section of a good quiet time. Walking in the world, do a flower swaying in the wind in spring flowers, in the years of the soil nurtured his interest, don't forget to leave a hope, to the heart of a warm. Apricot rainy season, spring green river Nanan, I in the red dust in the cycle several times, a few degrees look, wait for the encounter with you in the misty rain, spectrum a immeasurably vast difference, playing a harp in royal, the interpretation of a section of a good quiet time.
The spring breeze passing fleeting tipsy lintel, Shao Hua at the time the evanescent gradually emaciated, misty rain misty melancholy who worry, Earth changes disturb the cycle several times, for past life promise, I'll pay for the life of the covenant, in a world of mortals, experienced a number of waiting, can you hear me call? Acacia faint as hazy drizzle shrouded in mind, contains many qingchou.
The ancient streets recounting how once, your eyes turn cold like the optical flow between the first quarter moon, gentle manners make people feel refreshing, earthly dust did not annihilate you exacted toshiro. The former present, through the misty rain a curtain hazy, how do I call you the memory of a previous life, love is not old, no hard feelings, heart like double screen, there are thousands of guitar.
The rain outside the window, gently, the wind whirling, rising and falling with the melody sounded the memories of the past. Residual marks in the years to find your breath, reproduce your lips soft, thoughts such as die wupian qian. Look at the new moon, see you frown as the distant. Listen to your heartbeat, read your heart to live. Mind, scattered in the vast sky. The bow is gentle, warm the boundless moonlight.
Red tile carrying much mottled past, scattered in the wind fragrant, witnessed the vicissitudes, gradually receding figure, who is silent melancholy. In the wind and rain, ring seal live many years past time, red dust in the distant wall floating in the old streets and alleys. Remember reading a splash ink, the rain poems, thoughts gradually drifting away with the breeze.
An umbrella walking in the rain, a lonely figure who linger in the mind, the world of mortals to wait long fade gradually. A sigh wasted much branch new red, full moon month absence not joy, anger, love like flowers, swaying in the wind. Who is the solitary natural figure in the heart of the older silent time confirms the many vicissitudes of life. From year to year flowers still, the mid suisui different people.
Read, that is the lofty. Read falls, it is no time surprised. Don't ask me where I come from, don't ask me to go back to where. Indifferent between walking in the criss cross paths, why the heart, is also the heart of death. We look forward to meet again in a flower, a continuation of the previous unfinished edge holding. Love because the know will be death, because the heart can no regrets love.
Fingers of light came the days of little moved, stored in the memory of the depths of the fleeting time spectrum into a melody, sing alone in the smoke and dust inside, sound hazy came, like whisper whisper like the water of language. Yesterday is history, today and the moon with drink, with the breeze. Dance in the Castle Peak emerald green water, wandering and crooning when. Green vegetable, cooked a pot of tea and Buddhism, and from sub dependent.
Time to rush, may I hold your hand, I wish I could kiss child eyes. Thoughts such as tea, with warmth soaking Acacia, in the silence between the taste of life, happy and sad life, without too much language together. A pot of drift, many gone, some tipsy, drink the life of loneliness and wandering. Let us in the world of mortals go to love, let the Cang Tian Songhai years change, my heart still, I love unchanged.

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