"First Love"
I want to close your ear and gently summoned "Dear" to approach you, I didn't say anything. I look at your kind and strange face, quietly gaze your passionate and deep eyes, listen quietly, you are calm and rush, I hesitate, I should go into your heart. I ran to the undead sea, gently call your name toward the East; I ran to the snowworns of Lin Hai, gently call your name, gently and gently call your name; I walk Enter a cluster flower, passing your name over and over again, gently, gently; I am lying on the grass, looking for your name between Baiyun and blue sky; I am sitting in the desert, writing your name, over and over again Let the wind blow up, bring you ... , if it is a blue sky, I can arbitrarily take you into the arms; if I don't have a great place, let you never go out; If I have a good air, lose me, you will suffocate; if I have a sun, don't, you can't weave your colorful dream. I am nothing, I am just my own. If you are good, I can go to kiss you in front of the sun; if you are my invention, I can get a patent; if you are the star of the stars, no one knows which one is you Only I look at you quietly; if you are a good answer, I will always collect your heart. You are not, you are just yourself. You approached me, I won the heart of my mad, I looked quietly, hesitate, I still don't know if I should go into your heart. I call you over and over again, gently, gently ... The heart is always tightened by a rope, it is getting tight, is I am a kite in your hand? II is not far away, why is my heart get you heavy by you? In the north, the wind that stays up all night is not blew in my heart, my heart has been blown crackdown in you crazy, and the woman has become a non-harmonious desert. I am more eager to have a rain, often calling in March in the south. I finally returned to the south, and the constant spring rain wet my heart's desert. The beautiful ancient buildings in my heart, the beautiful ancient buildings in the ice lanter disappeared in the south ... , my heart ... Even I am The banana leaves in the banana forest are tatched, in the rumored plum rain, accompanied by the passionate birds danced on my emerald youth, bringing the beautiful south, her song to you. Go back to my heart, make a sweet dream in sugar cane forest. Four I returned to the north and returned to the apple garden we walked. Remember? That wipes the final dusk. The dusk of the sunset is coming, and the mother is the same gentle, the girl is as shy. You take my hand, walk into the late autumn in the north, and the dew drops wet our foot, let the sound, the frog filled with our ears. You pick a light blue little flower, don't be in my memory, my sweet laugh is flying in the flower, sprinkled in the creek of your joy. Rouge in dusk is on your dark face, is my bronze wings.
