Author: Xiao charge if life initially destined to suffer the pain of purgatory, let me accompany you encounter together. If life can only be walking in another magical, let me stay with you and go. - The title remember that only a dream falling in the storm. The outer sky is covered by the rain in this season, the window is facing south, he stands in front of the window, looking at the fallen blank of the falling of the window outside the window. Listening to the raindrops knocked on the lonely voice emitted by the window. Girl in the southern city he looks at. Many dreams are blown away by wind and rain, but how can they blow the soul. Just like love is not complicated, but it is no longer able to say that I love you. This wind and rain, this loneliness. He saw her bright and dark eyes on the glass window, hiding in the long hair of her, looked up, opened the hair on her cheeks, I want to touch her eyes, but in the rain Gazge into a lonely posture. Looking at you, it can't do it. I have been saying that we don't go too far, but it's still getting far away, it's not from autonomy, it is not from autonomy ... I want to escape, I find that I have not retired. The season is really colder. How many calm years are waiting quietly, how many people are in a hurry. How many people know the meaning of time, how many people know how to cherish. The soul is still lonely, alone, a desperate flame. Because of a loneliness of the soul, because of the soul of the soul, the more far becomes more and more. And she always smiled and said, I am used to lonely, lonely scent. The little jasmine in the night is open, no sound of lonely fragrance. The faint fragrance, whiteness is flawless. Youth is blooming like a flower, but she always feels so far. Around, there is no, only lonely, in the faint fragrance of jasmine, exudes a transparent fragrance. She suddenly thought of him, his voice, his clean smile. However, she can't tell him. The headache was very powerful, and the hair was scattered and ran to the living room, and she took a large glass of water. She heard the lonely voice from her throat. Close your eyes, a dark. She often has insisted on the feeling, often, she will be very painful, but they can't sleep all night. She said Hui, I am a girl with no future, I don't even know that I can live 30 years old. He said that you are such a young girl, when you are 30 years old, you must be a more beautiful woman. She is such a young girl, but she can't let him know what kind of past and pain. He can only tell her in her alone, I will tell her, I will stay with you. He will always see her, seeing her, in his own room, wrapped his big shirt, and walking around. Once he asked her, hey, what clothes are wearing. She said wearing a wide men's shirt, white. Who did he say? Which man's shirt do you wear? She smiled gently, she said that you are nervous, I have no men here, have a man who is still talking to you like this? She said that I like to take a men's shirt as a pair of pajamas, I have a lot of not very good habits. As you never active? Yes. She refused to easily change her girl. The ear is lingering her fine breathing, as well as the clear music, he said, what song is listening. Want to listen? I sang it to you. She has some voices of love.
