Meet with people, there is always a drawing in the inside, not unprovoked meet, meet, nor pain, for no reason or separation. Cherish all met beautiful, cherish each other together all the time, because we
don't know when, in life's departure at the next crossing.
I lower the head, in the words to walk, to a, have already can't see clearly the road ahead, I silly looked at, the rouge color words, dragged his tired, in my paper, out of countless tears, dyed red, and
all my green dream. I can't find a reason, let oneself happy, also can not find a reason, let oneself no longer hesitate. You are gone, disappeared in many years ago, the misty rain misty alley, the alley,
records, we have the most beautiful romantic love, the qing shiban, each engraved with the footprints of love, do you know? The alley, has left behind the taste of love? Today, I California Fitnesswas left alone to hide
crying in the wind.
How many day and night, my pillow you name to sleep, who had heart, said to me, I'm his bedside life yearning. Now, many years after you are gone, when I again remind of that sentence, and your charming
face, can't help eyes filled with tears night sky, the moon is lonely looked at me, I want to tell the moon, I really can't control the miss to you. At the moment, your words, and through
the dark clouds, crosses in my ear and heart. Who said that I was his the gentleness of the bottom of my heart, is his life's waiting for you, very want to ask you, your pillow, whether it is with my name?
Tonight, will there be a silver, wen wan's dream, through your dream sea, leave a shadow the thoughts of simple but elegant. Those falling, lotus petals, will, with you dream of colorful, give you fragrant.
Tonight, if you saw the meteor sliding window, don't doubt, that meteor body, have already filled my mountain water far miss long, that 'st flow out my rough look, so intense, so can't stop.
Interface, I want to have a pair of wings, that magic in the poems and the soul, the fingertips on the white paper, give vent to the fragrance of poetry. I want to have a pair of wings, that magic with my
poems, like an eagle, flying in the sky. Vast sky, the hiding my numerous ideal, countless yearn for the given days, my soul, in the poem, and fly. I want to have a pair of wings, that magic to me, with my
poetry, to you, let us no longer, let our love, forever in the poem.