Howling Qiu, fingertips, fireworks chaos, love inadvertently intertwined in the heart to read, staggered in the clouds, adopted a saxifrage, numerous dream Qiannian, with clear water and long days and years distant, hateful, poor was a loss of the brilliant. Sailing through the hills stretches Promise, as we trek through the mountains, my hand will accompany you through the romantic stone steps behind him down with, your affectionate whisper, I blossoming smile. You say the End of the World and the Cape they fell in love with you? I was silent for a light pull on your arms, very warm, is not docked in the harbor, is the Cape, and you, the end is unable to reach the End of the World.
Cut should not have predicted in the past the past, who sigh lengthy story, tip start winding this bitter stretch, then please give me a cigarette, let me in the misty clouds, feeling the drops in decay Yesterday, forget the moment she explains, ablation out everything they should not have worried. Splendour of the World, bridge, fly, who painted in memory of the easel Acacia framework, layers of blooming open Mo Siang Lvsha, in a piece of paper dust dream vividly in the tip into a painting, lonely who aromatic China, bleak who fleeting.
I can not forget the south of Yangtze River Fake Hermes Belts, we walked the streets, so long, rainy days, sunny days, my hand and you pull, you do not sleep the night spit smoke ring, was drunk and then the tremor heartbeat, how do I forget, The motto of those of us who loved you so silly, so I was worried about. Many times, I sigh, if time reversal, we meet in each other year after year, you and I young, youthful easel graffiti with the next bit little bit of scenery into a long-lasting glamorous. Fleeting not allow us this indulgence to no avail, I'm afraid you're sad, I can not say anything, I can only refuse, I'm afraid you will be reduced, while the bright like yesterday.
Snow fly, fleeting chaos Who Love complains mildly, listening to the rainy night in the late autumn melancholy whisper, do not know, who disturbed the autumn of Death, Acacia dye the face of the best summer, huddle into a single in the autumn circulation yesterday. Winter in the South, came so late autumn wound more than half of the Yangtze River, one Acacia, two cool earth, to make dye the vicissitudes of the autumn. Quartet built the Autumn leaves falling makeup into autumn souls, scattered in the wind swaying, leaves the completion of injury, the flowers a few lines, a touch of injury, stretches so warm and throat, as in the South long the fall, waiting for winter washing burglary.
Through a rainy night a few blocks, broken Montreal deciduous snag rain strung together a lonely arc, one hand in hand temperature disappearance had become separated from the junction, but also remember that you spread my palm makes a number of once-warm context, you say, your efforts to reach butterfly, how your feelings lines so messy. Time waving all become past a breakpoint, autumn residue falling to read, evening decorate the autumn of Joseph, then, sadly my tears in their eyes this season, and our distance, so far distant as this quiet blue sea levels, insurmountable, and can not be ripped.
Promise to bear the reality of calm, love, romantic choreography, but jasmine plain, elegant, distant ... some words, an export gash became the scars of memory, some people turned around, disappeared in the horizon. I hold the hand of time, the fingers are too wide, the time is too thin, sparse the undercurrents torrent between the fingers into a trace memory of you sadly sigh of silence and blame the words, I am unable to cry. You go this season, how to warm yourself, how to endure the long night with the turbulent and to the emotions, the young, I should not be so powerless, so any decadence refers to dye originally bright eyes.
Slightly cold smoke, swept away by how much the Red memory, the south bank of the river, how many roots are still journeying night I pray to meet you, the fly eye-catching, but hear the autumn winds blow dyed his eyebrows used to seeing the joys and sorrows, who is in a hurry years again and again rub shoulders with the West Lake, who tears in their eyes brightly Who breakpoints. Smoke in the south, the final fragments of the Psalms, the clear water in the memory long days stranded on the beach Love never promised you my paranoia over tomorrow is, right or wrong, is no longer the end of the trade-offs. Feelings for you are still sentimentally attached to your arms, still warm, less me, your world is still memory bear fleeting remnant, I still occasionally miss, occasionally sad.
A dream Jiangnan, the pear micro with rain Love, left bank, a dream distant, on the right bank, the lights dim, Love never promised the bustling, open in the spring flowers, warm summer, will ultimately wither in the autumn city. If the peach replica gucci belts, Chanafanghua rhyme awkward to talk with the parting song of a desolate, but not sing the feeling of the heart, a patch of deep feeling of the sea, deep blue, icy coastline, the other side, who is waiting with whose oath? End that a southern rain, stained with an Acacia, a distant look, mixing the thrill of the eyelashes, how to forget: you, the end is unable to reach the End of the World.