Time flow like water, a few deep love. The silent years, do not need to leave, can achieve a passing if one sense of loss. The wind blew away time, left a sad; time treading ever, take the past fragment. Dream light up a period of time, to recall a warm home. A reflection, afraid to see the CAW blood red. Ask door fine willow, several storms away dreams. Few thoughts, green died without a trace. Afraid of looking back, flying dust such as sand, more in sorrow.
Love, is an opening in the years spent, not for four and the crown, not due to drain the rain god. As the water time, in the solitude of space where the meandering tactfully; cycle time, light and easy slow show over the years. With the wind blowing, roll over the horizon cloud, with uninhibited attitude, will and a piece of all time, blown into the bi-xiao.
Love immerged in the high-rise buildings in the world, hiding in the forest vegetation of natural. Her blooming filled with intoxicating fragrance, her appearance movie, such as clean water, Qin spleen and clearing. But people can't see, touch not.
Maybe, love is only a dress rehearsal of the drama, a little attention, then quietly curtain of the song and a song. Too late to dressing and ileum, he lost many beautiful. The young we do not know what is the treasure, the flowing time, hurt, missed much unwilling affection.
Time braved the wind and rain, in the years of the journey, silently through the spring and summer and autumn and winter. She does not show off a brilliant luster, not sentimentally attached to the phase noise stay drunk. Only once no complaint no trace to bloom, her value is revealed her and feels most incisive, let a person so unforgettable.
A short time, can't afford to waste, will you threw in a remote corner of. In the dream the flower falls like rain, dark magenta many sad, only one strand of memory are new condition. Never fading scenery, in recall and silent gaze, saddened with the vicissitudes of life change. So fresh, so has the old time.
Love beauty, transient, she does not envy or purple red flowers of both, is not only the scene of debauchery thousands of red dust, but will not give you too much time to appreciate, will not let you choose her walking pace, even when you will be away sadly sign silhouette.
Held the seasons, listening to sad shadow Twilight whisper, but hope, in the years after the road, carrying the fragrance, cited wind to inspire, the time simple mark book wrapped into a callosity. Count drip feelings, the lonely heart turned into rain clouds will hate, rub it into a row of tones, in the silent time will past through, break through.
Rivers flow, a smoke at home; seasonal cycle, worldly Gengnong situation. Loneliness desolation Castle complex, appearance not old dark war. Get a cold with emotion, and the soft wet ink marks, disseminated at the joys and sorrows, in blue light coming into a fingertip sleeve notes, mounting a never fading scenery high-mounted love edge.