Miss you, really miss you.
Open the window, let the moonlight into, listen winter sleeping sweet. Midnight radio, tireless sent a bunch of warmth. With our feeling of memory of a string of wind ring, hung in the window, the sound of bells my wish for you far away.
The past is always beautiful. Walking in the spring breeze, I will think of you, think of you stood in the wind of the figure. Find out all the letterhead, sorting the former days the mood, through the black long hair diary saw you in the wind elegant, you will also rouses readers a bunch of doorcase decoration stroll, you will be eyes looked a cloud sadness, you always grew up.
Bathed in sunshine in the rain foakleys, I will think of you. Thinking of you at the entrance so looked forward to, look forward to the distance, think of you let rain dripping wet memory, remembering the past. Your tears like glittering and translucent, you thought only blessing forever, you always silent.
Spring breeze, blow to open a pear tree wanshu rain, I will think of you. You walk in the hometown flocculant Yang, your heart with white as snow flocculant Yang fly ah fly ah, fly to the distant place.
In the days of the stray outside, I will think of you. Looking at the moon counting the stars, water-like moonlight, star light, won't go out of reluctance in the mood. Dew wet clothes, wet hair, but it is to me your memory. How I wanted to pick a star will send it to you. Midnight street, you figure in shekou visible. Think you is a kind of beautiful, the window on petals that a drop of dew is crystal tear you. Think you is a kind of memory, memories I have to let go of the love light means birds, it they forget the back way. Recall that the fat and the collection of the poplar leaves for love is past, the memory to be blown away slowly all night long.
Looking at the room of the swallow and along the in take mud, in a hurry, I again remind of you. Think of you in the collection of the fat under leaves wait silently. The swallow back to fly, should I be back to fly......
The past is long, long time, ripped not broken is distant thoughts, cut the thick cordiality is constantly oakley sunglasses, distant you, whether can think of me?
Miss you, really miss you.
