I walked away from the arms of the mountain, quietly passed away in the curtain of the rain, and a little sorrowful thinking with a few sadness. There was no luck, the taste of the happiness could not make the mind. I still remember the year. What is impulsive, but the so-called mature struggle, although you will welcome your deep care, I have already frankly remove the love for your late love to fill away from the fingers. The memory that can't be returned, I will grasp the second spring, I will find the thrown petals to greet, I wish you just "然", "rich", "rich", the name and figure of the past The feeling and obsession with the heart of the heart, I have to step by step to the path of gully, and I hope to appreciate and see the morning in the morning.
