You say, this cycle I am with you.
I say, that retractor.
Beautiful expression of overflowing naive wish, tightly interlocking the fingers.
That spring, is rubbing shoulders once in a hurry, the north in May, filled with flowers in April, travel together in the gaze, the youthful figure on top of overlapping in my dream. Smiling, filled with the intoxicating restless, read the hand, warm the cold early spring.
At that time, we only meet by chance take it lightly, because you have a city to hurry the attention of my presence. Both days of warm, cold snow, it changes the passing of seasons, led by Department of the hidden from stare. Leave a message, is shown a look, always thought, this encounter is the most graceful deep yearning for the Red. Your north, such as the backbone of my generosity, misty rain south, the scattered you delicate and exquisite. Perhaps, that water, posture, walking in the curved bridge on the south, it more tactfully.
Bank and Tanglin, free roam, May the wind be your black hair eddies, have shoulder-length hair, that between the micro-brow wrinkled frown thoughts, in a heavy fall on the history. Even Yi Mei Pianfei, fingers Qinglong not see the sea to stay in your joy in the journey, Shinto stone steps, there stands a stone horse statue, that dignified expression, is the number of hidden feelings.
You know it is light all the way through the complaints, life is an endless journey. Concepts and describe happiness, the joy of the first, after a brief marriage, he returned to the starting point. Discarded expect successful, you walk a man in despair, put the lives of helpless, bearing the vicissitudes of life. That knife, even though some gentle, but also drew his sword and no trace, leaving the silent tragedy.
Wind, still blowing loudly spread, hair disorder has been down, but I should not have to look down the first bet in your sad face. Seems in a dump and tired eyes inadvertently put the concern in the invisible, rope clutter your brow, your soul remaining in place, such a warm, light pity you ask the sigh ... ...
May flowers, with the green mountains in the dill in the warm and soaring, with Quan Liu Bi, even if a thin cold, but also washed the dust of years. Counterparts, each of Mouguang through the midnight dark, listening to the whispering in the other ray of sunshine to meet life. See you looks a stretch, no longer cover black hair was sobbing, glow, warm your pale lips, cheeks flush between the Yang Qi, Can such Shanhua.
North, admire the care, but you play between the amount of haze, the scenery along the way, because you more Xuan Can. Between Yan vivid, restored the young feelings, brilliance of the dimple, the solemn declaration of the unyielding strength. This situation is bitter after the spring transition, the wings of a dream, once again the Red wings Peak.
State of mind, with the stealth concept opens the loving tired, the trip together, the heart of Lake glittering waves, longitudinal mountain passage of the ear, soft shoulder of your fingers to ask I always mix. See you clean and shallow smile, revealing mildly, like a pond Qingbi, lush waves of my heart lake. Lean the feminine, but also a clear stand kiosks, distribution of faint Lotus.
Dismay, the end is led by traveling Qieqie look, or leave in order to better meet the next, tears in his eyes, filled with hope, will fill the future alone. Adjoint the past few days, the germination of life touched first, you read the fire bath, in the long autumn and winter, the brewing into another blooming, the reunion of the season, bloom!
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