Always miss the flower period. Walk through the thousands of hills, lost the olive tree in your heart ...
Ok? In the case, it is like a long time to the sound of the unhealthy voice, maybe the dream of a lifetime, there is a thousand years of the millennium, and the tears are soaked. What is the bird who won't eat, what is the geese without news? I am not in the king, what is it? In the mirror, it is my beautiful face. After the year, the spring sun, the wild wind, the leaves read the blue sky, and the moment is ancient temple. I only want to say anything: I am not angled, I am willing to be willing? May it be willing? Dare to ask. One is wrong.
Ask the light: In the place of mind, I would like to turn into the stream with you to the end. May it be willing? Don't have to answer. I am afraid of a word, it is close to Xiaoxiang, one language, is a far away. And in the red dust, you are my only home! At this moment, the wind is cold, I don't love the waves, but I can't be mortastled. I don't like splendid, but it is the wind that is full of flowers. Some people have asked: Why do people have home? I stayed for a long time, I wrote to him: for the people who love each other forever. But at the same time, it turned his head smile. The only answer is no longer. What is the feeling of heartbreaking? What is the feeling of heartache? Don't understand. Or understand too much, afraid of pain.
Yes, only the only one, the world is big, I only have a Hong Kong bend. When I didn't wake, I loved me quietly, ten thousand words, silently speechless. You are the last spring on my way, the last snow, the last time spent is in a hurry. In your arms, I will tears, you will be my favorite. Centennial flowers, millennium grass, this season never decids, this season is falling in the sky. Since then, take a person's road, make two people's dreams, and many original intentions, and since then, waving, surprising. There is a shallow words. That is a tearful word! Why do you have met, it is a long-term long-lasting day: Even if you don't know, the party is a good thing! When fertilization, the southern word is dead, only deepening the depths of the mind. Long, I am very sweet, my tears are squatting.
Tears ask flowers! Walk through thousands of hills, lost olive trees in your heart. On the same day, thousands of hories are all spring, not no flowers, she only has a loyal beauty. And always missed the flower period, and the idea is another flower. But don't say that sentence. When I am old, I will never forget the old day, but I will never fall. This is the poem in the world: Willing to be a living and elegant wife.
The world is more poetry: it has been difficult for the sea. Some people don't solve it, ask me. I only have tears! I don't know, I am not afraid, it is the one who said, told me how to use language? ! Years are innocent, helping me understand its meaning. That, it is the most helpless voice in the world. It is no sorrowful wings that have already been flying from the heart. It is the name of the world who can't walk in this world. It is a desert that is always lost. Then the heart-printing verse is always the call of answers. Why do you meet each other? Why do you break up? Always self-calling, you can't say it. That day, open the window to let the moon come in, Mid-Autumn Festival. I am afraid of similarity. Suddenly, what kind of start? In the summer that is no longer coming back. The only summer in memory, the spring flower opened. I always think, soon, you will return to the sound of the waves. say hello? Ask a question, a question, a question, youth. This is only that day. I am afraid, I am afraid, I am afraid that you return it to it is that I am not there, and I will leave a flower, spend my own words. Jun see this flower, it will be like a dream.
If you ask for flowers, people are flowers are tears.
