When that moment (2004.11.11 / 11: 18 points) is coming, my love is hurting into butterfly, and my heart has already turned. The lonely grave in the heart, the butterfly dance of the reincarnation. I struggled to wavily wavily wings in the sky, but I was sad in the sunset. Without another pair of scorpions, I am a plentiful butterfly. In the birth, what kind of endless relationship is actually the handle of this life, then I look forward to the future, for you, tears ~~~~~~~ A person's night silently taste lonely taste, tired in the house The wind of the door, finely playing the loneliness of the gradually habit, I can hear your heartbeat in the dark, feel your breath, seems to be from not really leave. It is still warm in my arms, the newly colored piano, and each string is soft as your slim finger, in my vacuum, a few pieces of filled memories. I can't bear you! I am afraid that this kind of joy is like a butterfly, I hope that every day is the night. It is coming, and the night is you and my heaven. In heaven, I don't tears, tears have flowed during the day, I am afraid At night, tears will blur my eyes, make I can't see your smile, just like flowers bloom, clear scorpion stars shine, I jealous in the distant country, every person who can meet with you. , You can hear the same laughter like you, you can see your angelous smile! And I can only be careful to be careful about you, sitting, don't sleep! You said that you envy butterflies, you can dance in a hundred flowers. Even if life is like a nature, I also smell the incense, I laugh, you speak, you speak live, but the butterfly is also! If I go first, I must make a beautiful butterfly. When I am happy, I will dance my sorrow when I am not happy. But why do I can't find a similar to you in the season of wildflowers in the mountains? Tears sprayed out in an instant, I was crying, and finally, I wanted to collapse in the promise you have promised, I know, I have never seen it in the flowers in the flower, and the butterfly danced in the flower. There is no one in my one. In the night, I tired in the corner of the door, the tears flowed over my cheek, no one wipe it.
