枕詩やレジャーのメリット

When those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your Southland branches,

Take home an armful, for my sake embroidery logo, as a symbol of our love.

Ever see a trimmed Shu 'in a horticultural exposition, it is pruned into a huge vase type. The blue and white porcelain bottle, the author named "rush", I think I know the author's.

It seems we met last night still singing heartily, wine. Early this morning. It was near dusk, in the vast sea of humanity, we only if duckweed.

I'm not the demote Bai Juyi, you also not the exile of the pipa woman, so don't sigh "at the same time the reduced people, strangers when we meet." Or I'm not the passionate Xu Zhimo, you not only gave me a romantic Lin Huiyin, no need to comfort "if you well, is sunny."

We are doomed to anyone who is not who, like at the moment no umbrella we gather to shelter from the rain under the same roof cloud. Be strangers to each other, can you give me a bright smile, I can feel the rain is providence. I will learn Teresa Teng said seemed to be seen where you? You will be the soft voice surprised ask where? In the dream, in my heart you answer.

I know this is one of the tens of millions of fate, brushed past with so many people. Only you stay down, I think the rain will stop, and you will go. Maybe one day meet again, has been more than familiar, strange.

Vincent Fang Jay Chou wrote "red inn" in singing: "the end of the red sand, told the story about the......" Again we will not meet a smile min enqiu? All the error was up past them? Let all who join, I only you hold hands, this life this life only for you bow.

Fate, if you don't speak, I no longer off graffiti. You will not be tears like pear into my paper on the world at that time, you say simple I will bear in mind.

Around wheels take away my thoughts, that I had a few degrees drown woman has been falling in the wind. Turned around, the moon still, the candle is still. The vicissitudes of the cheeks and more Rouge gouache also couldn't conceal inner old. Someone said: "rather forget themselves in the rivers and lakes. The so-called love, is the snow melted into water, without a trace." Thorough heart understanding on the absurd writing true to life likeness, the heart also like was green.

Outside the pavilion, road side, red bean act recklessly and care for nobody growth. I've been here a few times, take a few branches, hold in the palm of the hand. Never talk of Bashan, only hate the Dongfeng will destroy my red bean.

Some people say: "forget the past, don't try." And I am a pay no heed to, seem to be so free, heart is bound to you. As long as you call out my name, my heart will hinge unloading surrender.

Once how many time, I wait for you. Until I can no longer hear your message. I follow the road, finally buried in your heart CCIBA.

Then a phone call, I held my breath soundless and stirless cry. Sorry, you have traveled.

Is still singing, wake me up from the night there, because only heard a flick not to blur. The dream has how many people walked past, crack.