I don't know what to talk to you, "Yanda Han Tan" means something, if I say this is my life, will you believe?
Yanfu Tan, geese, the pool does not stay; the wind blows the bamboo, the wind does not speak. Heart and delicate vegetables. Many truths actually said that the ancients said to us. You have not heard it seriously.
It doesn't matter, even if you cry, you will shoot it, you will take your palm, in the second sunny morning, people continue to hurt. I have been deeply believed, but it is just a madness in your eyes. Every time the person is extinguished, I like a person standing on the stage, some of which have a little empty wooden chair, they tell me, the petals with shoe prints are true.
I deceive you. I want to give you a banner with you, but forgive me, like you, I don't know what I want. I just put the feelings into words, let you listen, do it to you, I don't expect you to understand, I have never, I only hope that you can look at me like this, calm down. This world is not lacking, only less peace. Serious, I pity you.
Sorry, I still remember what.
"Between life and death", the weak fire of the cigarette is with Dou Wei's music. "Multiple Diary". Often after the end of the rehearsal, I am going to pay my heart on the longest road from the broadcast station to the dormitory. I have said that I am tired. I don't do it.
does it worth? have not thought. Just feel happiness.
"Jungle Life". Xiao Yanzi, remember to add it later, tell you the story, but actually I want to say, "In the end, the growth is a kind of happiness."
"Second Autumn". Dear, forgive me, I have to use the words "". I love you everyone. Every time I hold the script, I have some strange and familiar words, I always feel very warm. Someone laughed. I said that autumn is an idol drama. Some people say that I am making a friend to pick a beautiful girl. There is also the "thirteenth night", you will give me the most beautiful memories when you are. That song, that bouquet of flowers ... These years are coming, thank you, I still love me.
Hands have a little shake.
Because it has been left, it is more because of being reluctant.
Let's have a curtain, together, climbed on the tall tent top, I have hung them, it is our youth commemoration. Just talking like this, I sing this, I am not careful. But I would rather I didn't leave such a name. I don't have to look at the lonely geese. I don't have to worry about her vulgar to disease. I am willing to be a hunter, kill yourself, cook food, change a way.
Yanfu Tan, an attitude, a mood. Life is indeed a feast on a cemetery, the song is dying, and death is smiling. Then I will combust it with it. There is no need to speaking.
Now, this name belongs to you. Cherish her. Because she will fly away, like your passion and ideals. Maybe there is me on the left bank, meditation, pray for you.
As for the result, who cares about it, it is all Yandu Chanba.
