cross the road said had and seen people after the King

Static good dream sleep, deep and Misty Rain, diffuse into the landscape of the world, I, propping up a paper umbrella, tap on the green stone, much to the sound of footsteps sound is the song of life, gone is the footprint of atrial trace.

Paper umbrella, as I lift a piece of three inches of rain-free days, clothes, thin body and shelter for me, shoes and my feet from walking the muddy, but alone carefully, paying for the trip of my life.

I said, no regrets. No regrets on the road of life, does not regret THE GIRL you were, not regret went on far journey, does not regret to continue the long travel, all I would not regret, even if it is wrong, is also not regret.

Across the road, said, had seen people, after the King, some have been lost at the time went by, only ever loved you, also in the Atrium, stay silent, live.

That's a lot of stories I have blurred. That's a lot of people, I also don't remember it. That's a lot of scenery, I also can't find back to it. Lots a lot, I have all don't even Miss miss it.

However, there is always the one I have never been forgotten, there is always something I have never been forgotten, nor does it seek to remember, but in the flowing years days, fondly.

Those memories that floated in the snow moved to remain

When the petal rains, quietly fell, with the fixed stare, tear from taking place. Dear, please remember, though I have light blue, have deeply loved. Do not ask how far is it always, ends of the Earth, led, mind you I am willing to listen, do you remember must be happy.

Those memories that floated in the snow, moved to remain. Goblet is sincere, the discretion of drinking natural day Oh, enamored of portrait of you and me, really write a chapter of the beautiful numerous romantic past. Dear, don't ask Bo how many? NET or Chien knot. Affectionate, butterfly Yin Acacia, flower has left, we have said that joy has no boundaries, never to say away from character called Shang. The coming year, my plain clothes than snow, Qing Yan Ruoxian you elegant to put it mildly, que Viva, and a thread of blue wind-dispersed, right, I am still, also. Full moon cotton whisper, butterfly stand still for a long while the shoulders, dream flavor soft, love you for 10,000 years, I love walking with you all the way ahead, and let me hold your hand, shallow sing, sing, whisper, totally drunk a curtain Site.

You are my world in the restless mind, deep in my memory, your warm whisper continually. Over The Flood of Years met in bars, you have got me for 1000 years. You are a beautiful, waiting for you in the days of career. If the cloud knows, tonight, I could be tender, all your previous curtain deep dreams. If you meet beautiful laughing in a dream, that is me, effect flying butterfly dance a Merry light dancer dream just to keep an agreement; scrap, in room April day, drunken fangfei together with you.

Fate of imitation if planted before the Millennium, our dream and this life. When you say nothing at all, I wield a snuggle in your side, hearing your lilac flower. And you, to show tender affection for eyes, whisper ceaseless, unhook the stars with me. Wish you laugh about meteor showers, use your tender, I solutions I's portrait of flower, petal rains in treating life for me, I stuffed with sweet honey. At that moment, spreading touching moments of happiness is really embracing.