The mood is a legend, the people of the sea Sangtian, those who always have the vows, those who I love, those who I love, we have had a sad face, one year, long, indifferent The eternal, in my memory, the lost, those who have been tapped with my heart. I have passed away from the mountain road every day. Which is gently runs in the football field every morning, and the tears of my precipitate, the countless people have stepped on, they may never know once Here, the friend tears, they may never know, some people have written their dreams here. When the years, the people who have lost them are in the years, how can you return his door to your door, and whether their beauty is still.
Those who I have loved, those who have loved me, those who have flowed in my memory, those who were forgotten by me ...
Have passed. Those who have been in memory ...
