samanali

Through the night in the crevices, Miss opened in the month of the brow, as gentle as amber glass color. I miss you in the night, the heart has a thousand words, a reluctant deeply waiting floating in the fleeting, don't give up the old days, don't give up the wild goose to flowers, don't give up those who had accompanied the scenery. Perhaps, life time is too short, don't you will be able to read, if there is an afterlife, I hope is a load, a branch opened on the cloud charge, let your light breeze caressed me ageLOC Me.
Cloud gently cover month shy, I used the brush embellishment plum flower Jiao Rui, the subtle fragrance in the night is long, Ju Yipeng snow, snow boil tea, if you come, I and you sit at the window, listening to the song "bitter snow tea", any time a silent in a frame moving scenery, flowing tenderness eyes, is an Ruolian's beautiful.

Under the moonlight, white snow Ying plum, faint fragrance dense one curtain dream, if encounter is past already in Sansheng carved stone long cherished wish, then, and I wish to you, Mei tonight moonlight snow Niang story, accompanied by a warm time, stand in the Su snow night, Ren snow kiss my eyes, let the warmth filled atrium.
I believe, there is a kind of fate, even through the trials of a long journey, but not the distance of time and space, in a Speechless Xiangshou friend of understanding, empathy. Exclaimed the meaningful, given we met accidentally, as if every moment can be silhouetted against the blue sky is beautiful. Also once thank fate let me live in your heart, because love you love, bvi offshore company because the dream your dreams, so happy with your happiness, chase you chase.
When the mind may wish, I will look up to the blue sky, there are such as water style, also has a cloud made of rain, and once the warm and bright appearance. Looking back through the ups and downs, little drops of the situation reflected in the bottom of my heart, know that there will be a day, you can fly, the eyes or accidentally fall of rain, so I stood at the foot of the light smell flowers, there are you to breath. In fact, the heart has been in.
Quietly by the window, listening to the wind listen listen to the years, if a lotuses covering, in the heart sing a lonely song. My mind is clear your figure, is not available and tentacles. I want you, tired and dreary, and you always let me in tears. I'm about to rain, after many years, let it with my memories with you, your memories I ask the vicissitudes of the promise, don't ask, always accompanied by the. This is what will persist, how buchibuqi, this little bit of memory, let me once again the tears fall like rain Cardboard Standee......