It is agreed how I can discard those relaxed as silk, how can I watch if there is no promise? Even if it is as light, Shen Xu iron. Fading the burdogue, the wounds, in the wind, and launched. Someone is accompanied, in the moment of the most madness. I am not lonely, you are not tired. Youth songs have been happy, and the mountains are comfortable. Hand hook, walk with step, rugged, only when Tan is going to From a beam to another, from a gully to another, the palm of the hand is solemn, and you will take me. I haven't been tired, talking all the way, I have a slight air, warm the years. Thorns, narrow road endless. Always think that you are tomorrow, it is my ultimate imagination. In the mist, you will be placed on your wide shoulder, listen to those Kingfisi, and the sky is too embarrassed. Yunhai, a round of jumping, in the early morning of Zhuyuan Yurun, there is a slap in a palm of a palm, and the desire between the heavens and the earth. The morning clock, drive the silence of the rose, change the world. And my heart, I didn't sing. Never let anyone who expect who is expected, just ask the relatives at this moment. Clause does not forced to compete. Your flashes are gray, I thought it was just a leaf, or a tree, the wind, the green branch of the swing, with the fine light, mottled. It's just a wild, and the tree is behind, next to the thorns. It is wind, it can drive thousands of dust, it is water, it can be washed thousands of miles. Nowadays, it is affection. Temple Sensen, countless love hate is being immersed by male grievances to the precipitate. We have a pair of the most popular believers, the knee, and the hands are held in the top, to the mouth. We have to go to the life of each other. you said. I am, agreeing to this life ... The so-called my pen ink has a face of Huang Yanyu, I thought it would be peaceful. You don't know, the season is light, cooling is not a seat. I can only cover the cold in winter with a bloated coat. Your hiking makes me start missing, sadness, deep, can't touch. Such as going into the deep well, the back of the focus is, and the light is not restless, but the heart is buried. Dear, two black characters on the edge of the blue letter, the burning eye is floating. I have held my heart in your cup, and I am full of my eyes. Dear, this cup is inserted, I am deeply drunk, and you, where is it? Before, I have followed a piece of bruises. Or indifference, or moist, or red, hidden heart liver. The so-called love, but so, take a transceiver, hold a feeling, chew the sauce, and in the future, the face is all unrecognizable. More people, they are not dead, not to be ill, only die, heartbreaking. Break into pieces, who were resolutely spreading. At this time, there is sunshine, golden light, amber-like crystallization, slowly osveting blood, red to colorless. Those smiles, starting to drift into the churi of the cold bone marrow, in the so-called guilt, pale. The so-called, accepted over the fireworks in my memory, and gradually extinguished in the fireworks in my memory ... between the name half, I want to live, wrinkles, horror, frustration, 彷徨, repeated. I don't want more, warm and humming kiss, warm hugging, as long as you, I miss my name, spread between your mouth. Instead of oral proverbs, the lightweight of calling in front of others. dim.
