How many foolishness, how many dreaming ... ... finally merged into a sentence: so I am old, to marry you ... ... how many foolishness, how many sadness, how many sadly hurt; ...
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Rolling red dust, an upcoming dust, such as about to; the vast sea of people, a pair of bright and clean eyes stopped abruptly; smiled, a kind of graceful kind of gentle and pleased to set. Love the world, you come, in the millions of years, in the millions of people, accompanied by warm and warm spring breeze, and the hazy romantic spring rain, delicate. Light. Nature.
Love, such as tide, surging, warm, in full swing, layers of layers, the raging impact of the shore that is proudly but also the favorite reef, however, the waves did not reach the years of wasted, Ruthless torture. Love the world, you go, in the long-awaited, thousands of miles in the waves, with a cavity Chilian, engraved with a portrait of portrait, sadly.
The cloud does not move, the wind and helpless; you do not come, years old. Cicadas, the whole day screaming screaming did not wait for the cool autumn; wind children, the dream of stopping flowers is involuntarily left from the war. Branches and leaves nostalgia branches, fish nostalgic streams, birds waiting for waiting ... ... time stagnation in the world of love, silence, in the twinkling of an eye, in the thousands of thoughts, the only guarding the dark night sky, bathed in silk Silk wrapped around the sad, simple. Quiet. Empty leisure. Tranquil ... ...
Wave after the surge, all the total return to the calm, leisurely line seems to have forgotten the years of crying and choking, pain and struggle, tears and bitter ... ...
Time fleeting, bleak years, dust has been full, temples have been frost. Is the flowers did not forget that breeze, or the breeze is always attached to the flowers, breeze and floral blend, as if never cut off, as if only early. Do not have to deliberately, but no need to deduce, when the blooming spring once again kiss the earth, the flow of years off the wind and meet the floral -
The wind said: he will never forget the flowers of incense ... ...
Flower said: how sorry, so missed ... ...
Wind said: miss so many years, why not diminished ... ...
Flower said: Do not say so, my heart mess ... ...
Wind said: If this world is destined, old may also be accompanied ... ...
Flower said: so I am old, to marry you ... ...
How beautiful the love, the heart is more hurt. Affectionate Meng Jiang, crying the Great Wall; far away Galaxy, staring at binary. If love needs to wait, let love in the millennium to wait; if, love needs to find, let read in the red in the mixing. A heart, once for love to stay; a situation, has been waiting for the crazy. Day, leaning over the sigh, only to find Fontaine; from time to time, through the memory, only to review the sweet share. Love is so beautiful, but it is so people can not help themselves ... ...
If the love can only be turned into aftertaste, if you need to spend a thousand reincarnation, let me in the red mind in the gaze, let me in the wasted years of loneliness, let me wait in the Millennium lonely ... ...
This heart, looking for, asked to stumble, fold folding, repeated, all because of - for you ... ...
