Or, share the rest of my life, let oneself have begun from the birth to wait. You know what? I always believe that, when looking back, you can see me. Yes, when we make the person touched only sample, whether it is karma  or old.
 
In fact, I know, the dream of many times , there is always a wind from the young, in the misty rain meng meng season came, he gently a day blue misty rain, I was all over the sky stars in each day, wishes to meet again. Now, the plot of the past too much, let oneself stationed in a misty rain blurred town, forget time, forget to go back, left after the mood different thick, just detection, and the men of his own hobnob unexpectedly has been looking for.
 
Said a dream, to lift up a string from the ruin, so any mood, shouldn't help the emotion of the spring rain, if not, will bear all the suffering of the world in five hundred and sin reincarnation, how only then smiled, then lost myself? Look is a month, bow is a shadow, at this point, endless lovesickness, uneven dying.
 
Dizzy leave the impression of memory, fragrance far, whose contour QingJian and mottled. This Video Conferencing go to years, this is my way to the dream for the horse, if meet again, but also in? Is watching, sing like tears with time, fragmented, and also difficult to let go...
 
Spring of one thousand, a wave of sorrow, in the dream fly. Once upon a time, I feel just like a peach, glad to have you waiting for the youth girls, today, built of mud, I look up at you, don't let you see me fall. Wet blue Que homesick for, who will? In this silent night, oneself want to compose a song has nothing to do with romantic feelings, just, to draw the outline of the story is too strange, my heart can't no ripples. Bow, inky handwriting, shallow light, I with the lips twitter sits in the past, takes up a few born several world left gentleness, trying to draw a pieces, from then on, the ancient of days in one thousand, in a paint only in one stop leaning of the fallen.
 
Eaves, light wind chimes rang, awakened into a butterfly of dreams, looking back at a low first, playing my silver across the sky. To participate in the world of mortals! Is your perfect gentle before one thousand stuck me, in that ChunWei, each rhyme profusion, just, in the fall a petal of the season, you shouldn't ride that thin horse, I shouldn't waved the red, to make our life's craziness and talents, endless make up a man's lonely, also let that kind of acacia, since then become without beginning or end...
 
At this point, a suit ZhengChen, entangled by a wisp of soft wind, hazy in the line of sight, a rosy, yao yao renown.
 
Yesterday in the past, poplar and willows, more will be a visitor works.
 
Hate today, hoofbeat is strewn at random, time flies, and in how many people?
 
This life only, the bone into the misty rain, light as you pass by QiongYin; Only willing to shelter Yu Wannian aloes, steal hidden when you look back flow rhyme.