January: Waiting for the season,
Star months, because you have left; the wind is not talking, because I am crying; I don't think because I am still thinking about you. . . . . .
February: Love is quietly spread,
Not because of silence, I miss you because I miss you. The reason why the loneliness feels is so heavy, because it is too deep. . . . . .
March: love. . .
Love is very easy, just put you in your heart, love it is not easy, just can't go to your heart. . . . . .
April: wait. . .
Everyone is a guarded star, the legend is a lover, dear, I have already carried your name on the stars, that is what I waited for you and loves you. . . . . .
May: Find a feeling of fell in love with his own feelings
Dry night, I miss you, I am awaken from my dreams. I really want to open my wings to your side, put you into my arms, soaring with you. . . . . .
June: a kind of acacia, two kinds of hills,
I gave your singing to the ocean, the sea will give this heart to the sky, the sky is holding a color cloud again into petals, falling next to you, have you received it?
July: When sitting in the cloud,
Love is a feeling, even if it is painful, it will feel happy, love is an experience, even if you are heartbroken, you will feel sweet, love is a experience, even if it is broken, you will feel beautiful. . . . . .
August: still
I used to love you is true, and now I still love you is also true; once pain is true, still pain is true; come back, I still love you. . . . . .
September:. . . . . .
If you are sad, please tell me, let me help you, if you are happy, you will infect me, if you cry, you are always my face, if you are sad, bitter is always my heart.
October: Silent
Every beautiful dream is unrecognizable, and each commitment is so embarrassed, love and mourning are the gift of the years, I have no words, only silently bear. . . . . . Many times, people do not need an atmosphere help to find the feeling of once. . . . . .
November:
Countless missing your night, I remembered the joy of you with you, I pray for meteors, let me meet you, fall in love, until the old man!
December:
Long night, listening to urban cars to car, a lonely heart is thinking about you, I don't know if you understand. . . . . . You will always be the deepest pain in my heart.
