Is your side of the sky very blue? I think it must be. Your heart, is it very sad? I don't know, just feel this, you are buried, silk, like a loop.
Your dream, is so lonely? I think it must be. When the night is quiet, when the heart is speechless, the tide in your eyes is like a water.
Jiang into the vastness, then, at this time, it is the most striking, the thirteen, and the broken heart ...
Please believe that when I, I am a little light, I am free to make your face, sip your tears, softly kiss the spirit of your forehead. Then, wrapped you, sit in that piece, was burned in the millennium, and the still rushing reef in the same day, the empty night passed by the same, wooked cold cold, and walked into dawn.
Can it, no longer in the cool night of the sun, the sinus strings, let the lake in the heart spilled your eyes, can no longer wake up, rely on the empty black, The mobility is like a flower in the year of the water.
Can you, no longer open your blood, adhering to the lie and empty love of the wind. Can you not be in ...
