In May, the stream of streamer in September, gradually approached my fairy tale! Lonely, beautiful girls always fantasy for green or lavender, just like children with colorful puzzles or one只 橙 in the mouth
In the long-lost memory, I saw that there is a love between ten fingers, and the beauty of the skirt is indulged in the wind. And poetry is also independent of life, quietly nearing from a lightweight finger. Looking at the animal husbandry, the land, the desire to be burned, I can't use the moon beam, I'm bunch my heart and quietly sedate my happiness and drink your sadness.
I used to have a simple stream, and took away your persistence and chasing you unnecessary quality. I also expected the wind of the wilderness, letting the soul of the world's weight free walking. Let the rational look away from the desire to entangle my heart, but you can't let the sailing ship in the harbor of the soul.
However, youth, youth! Your passion and dreams are always late in the years. The filthy wind blows over the blood of the wound, and the eyes have passed to turbid and numb. So I finally understood that the depths of the clouds were the eyes, so that I am so sad in the dream! Who is in a whisper in the depths of the cloud, but it is mad!
