desire. Your brunette is like a satin, and it will rise in a salty sea breeze. The white dress is behind the blue sea, such as a flying clove. My thoughts wear the wings of the Shanghai gull, the soul is like a ripe dew, and it is linked between your pupil eyelashes. Desire, although despite the cool sea sand, standing for you in the four seasons. I am awake. The sad neurosphere is free from the edge of the summer and autumn, too much pain is because it is impossible to enter your ocean. In the deep blue bottom, what kind of castle has made you like a mermaid, a translucent red lip, with blue this ancient grouse and god in a sunset to bump travel Sailing. Sitting in the sea from the sea. In the lonely candlelight. You stand outside the window, the warehouse is stuffed with the wet sea breeze. The shadow of the clock beat slowly indulge, the broken sunset is still your figure outside the time, with white snow chill, Ren Feng tilted your vicissitudes of trembling. Tired eyes try to interpret your faint tears. I have a humble life of all around me, thinking, like a blue bird, the last red fruit. Because of this, I can make myself become anything, even if you pinching and throwing a piece of dead leaves in the wind. At this moment. I am weak, hugging my hopes, and the painful feelings are one-size in my heart. Your forever back, you are forever, you will always have a good fairy tale of the ocean. My desire, just a disl fantasy of the loneliness. What can I still say? My secret love, my weak breathing is how I want to walk into your soft hair, my heart will not like those sanders, always stacked, I am always scored by the sea, I will be like toer the island. The last small grass dances in the sun you give. Still waiting? When I want to turn around, I find that my heart is burned in the lamp oil. My body has been integrated with my long, and I can't strive the line of sight. The look is your back. I think of your smile in my dreams, I know that when I touched the window screen in the first drop, I can't raise the sails of the voyage. Without the night, I painted you in my pen, painting your clear smile. My heart. I have already said that I can't tell how a blood and blood is. At the edge of pain, I am still willing, just grow into a idiot, scattered all roses with blood crystals, in exchange for you, and smile. At the time of our line, I deeply, embrace you, gently, touch your hair, from your picturesque face, under your feet, one piece, blown by wind, blow Far ... until wither. Did they lost. It is forever.
