Old Tong war remnant who accompanied the relentless wind, zero Ye Qing reenex cps.

Residual red zero dance deciduous flow, butterfly flies on the flowers.

She smiled like has the vicissitudes of life, only the residual wounds accompanied.

The passage of time, the Tong leaf fall with. Carrying the autumn residual, but can't sail. The cool autumn, cool well .

Leaf, scattered, far, far away my sight. Autumn is always light injury, the residual summer and a hint of nostalgic, beauty once roll, once Youth passes as a fleeting wave. Aomi Kuwata, but now has become. By the Youth passes as a fleeting wave. memories burieddata centre.

In the cold season there is always some can not conceal his sadness.

Chinese parasol tree flowers beauty appreciation, but not permanently on tree branches. It fell in the pond, the pond road, central. But no water carrying petals long, lonely standing water in the central road, Tung Blossom rot in the dust of the earth, to Time went by. buried. Montreal is Tong injury, Taguo Tong valve, fragrance, cord around her, hearts are full of sorrow.

In the beautiful fireworks, only is Feeling's Gone Away. In the bright meteor, is nothing but a brief moment. In the oath is passed at the edge of love, can not be achieved.

Once the laugh Yan flowery, has been the history of years buried. The deepest memory, or miss your beauty.

Butterfly fly, fly but in the rain. Butterfly dance, dance but water. Spring green, summer cool, residual wounds autumn, cold winter. I used all the year round to caricature light write love, understand my heart. Who is my desire, I have been wandering in between the mountains and water. Years of residual, tears into war, Tong Hua who with ground frost, only the autumn residual accompanied.

Sleeves, touch, sing: why stray, for whom the crazy,,, Yela, dusty, who know my heart of sadness.

Tong Hua, the Tong leaf streak, residual Tong my tears. Autumn, sat down by the window, deep in the attic. Miss butterfly flies in the lake, Huakaihuaxie, heart to heart. 1 finally still will return to the warmth of the land, I am at a loss, looked sadly at the leaves slowly falling in front, the instant touch leaves, heart filled with sorrow reenex cps, but can not sail.

Whether night or day warm cool autumn. I still like that would stand in the window edge, looking over the hills, mind always emerge once together......

Nobody will notice, this strange and familiar with the city's fall, sunshine out of window. I have no warm, is full of sadness, with my song. Is my heart Broken fantasy, I use my tears, stroking my loneliness and sorrow.