Late at night, sit in the case, the first snow of the season in the fantasy, the drifting profusely and disorderly in a casual day,, falling in the vast land, like a beautiful encounter, always inadvertently appear, that moment, just silent for thousands and thousands of words, not a mind that sense of emotional, only intentions, with the eyes, to feel everything.
A song, bitter Sauvignon Blanc, thin figure; a cup of wine, a broken man heart, into the dream. As the years of vicissitudes, the ups and downs of any time, my heart. The lasting pledge, I will deliver; the everlasting promise, I will remember.
In the thick of the ink, depicting a fool, carve very Huan worry. Who in the past who discovers from destruction, whose future floating on who half myth. Who, who always think constantly of, a road full of silently conveyed tenderness. Waiting to exhale, just know, you are already in my pillow, you have occupied my mind.
Love is deep, deep meaning, a charming moonlight, let mind wander, enjoy the happiness of time, open the warm memories, in mind, some lingering deep two personal meaning, profound thoughts to warm the hearts of two people.
Gazing at the office, write a poem for you, Bo you give a pleasant smile of a woman; ideal setting for a couple in love, for you during a painting, but you three thousand hair in trouble; walk hand in hand, as you recite a minor, the elimination of the life of loneliness and solitude; it blossom, pipe it Yunjuanyunshu, dreams, I take care of you, you smile like spring breeze, we make a sightseeing tour, Guse blowing Sheng, romantic, happy; the outside of the dream, is a living, to strive for the ideal, more gentle, more happiness, simply because there have mutual affinity., with mutual heart.
In the corner in time, cherish the memory of the millennium ago agreement, after thousands of years of our dream. From the vast universe, his words like a plum to open in the white dust there, in your heart, so, I will.
Is the depths of winter, standing in the season, the fragrance is a bouquet of flowers, with your one thousand one night. Because of you, my life is like a song, through southern Hebei; because of you, my life is more like a poem, the poem was a life of sorrow, a dream of happiness; because of you, I have my everything.
You know, just because the world bridge side the same life and death, only to the world of mortals in a pure love, I practice for thousands of years, the whole world is forgotten, can not forget you, let it six samsara, that the tunnel of time cannot erase my memories of you.
You know, time to take my life, have deepened my love for you, undivided attention, forever.
You know, your name, my lips, the abyss -- my heart.
You know, just because your heart has not changed, only because of your love has not changed, only because is, and your heart this winter, I was the snow flying in your world, wish you well!
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