A sound

Who is busy, three thousand, into your eyebrows; who, Castle Peak as ink, white hair; who, under the bodhi tree, a sound? Who is warm who years, who is also amazing time of who. Acacia lingering, writing a letter for you. Oh, years away, lost its ground, no longer sad.

As mild as a drizzle and as gentle as a breeze. Sitting in a chilly, looking out of the window three thousand downtown. Remember that first, glance, then hard to forget. Hand written, let hair winding finger, the time spectrum into a song, will miss in green. Open, is a unique fragrance diffuse out of the past; the dust, will warm setting in your gentle face.

In the warm spring, flowers are coming out with a rush. To live through hills Fanghua, touch a fragrant, beside you and enchanting into a butterfly. Three thousand flowers, and not your fingers warm. I wander, beside you, to feel. Heart, the moment you look back, is the most warm face. Cool night, accompanied by the delicate fragrance.

There is a miss, in the tens of millions of people, only one eye, is at the heart of the. No words, just a hug, can understand the taste of acacia. Tasted, will not give up. Glance glance graceful, rippling, around the eye, is the most warm spring sunshine, fall on my heart, willing to sink.

Summer Dew fragrance. Lean on the window Xuan, static see yunjuanyunshu. Is that your eyebrows as Dai, such as color temperature. You do not know that in the instant, into your eyes. Summer lotus, refreshing flavor precipitation thoughts. Meet, not see. Now, in front of you. Give you a paper in the remotest corners of the globe, dense miss. In Aoyama picturesque, lying beside you, as you count in your life time. Holding a green stream, flick you fall into dust. The water wanton tread, fragrance overflowing hearts, together to find a clear thinking.