It is a year spring flowers, beautiful flowers, bloom well. He plucked a branch, faint fragrance filled with sleeve, to give her a quiet. Turn back to the empty Dr Max. The swing frame side, is when to start crawling with withered vine? Heart suddenly breed full loss, I do not know where to start, don't know who is speaking to.

The original is so people go to spend without the Lord, no wonder the immediate bloom so lonely, so tactful, like thousands of resentment pent up emotion in the core, causing the uptrend has a little hard, falling in the skirts, beautiful dreamland.

Through the deep jungle, through the twists and turns of the gravel path, and the cold wind blowing in the face, the tears quietly slipped. Review of this life company formation, ordinary, chest filled with sense of loss, seems to see the years after the familiar scattered.

Side three three two two a person, also has been the world wear away the beauty. At that time, to accompany him to see a flower swim Lake Shang Qiuyue, foot mountains of how many people?

If only he a person, a walk in the stained clothing for wet rain, and smelling the fragrance of flowers, be careful around on the petals on the floor, deep and low voice to chant, the spring breeze from is the world guest, advocated the downtown when! Have a good time in haste away, like petals withered mud, buried and forgotten.

I remember when young read "he found the degreeses water cool towel, suddenly look back, that person but in the lights dim" this kind of sentence, the young tender heart was touched, limpid tears fall on the page, with the cold temperature. The persistent moved to feel happy, also for the poem person suddenly recalling that surprise.

And he found remnants life, just know is the most difficult. Pin the an of the lights, and had no wait. He walked as far as the oceans, year after year, although the old remnant scent like powder had guessed. Hate less. The friend who, now lost in where?

Life is not to leave the banquet. This is a gather the scattered, and no one mentioned. Let the past with the wind, scattered, forget it. So obsessed with linger, but also grief.

Drink a pot of liquor, and then continued a cup of strong drink, I will sing while drinking, do and do, this one aftertaste. Besides, when drunk, this is no worry no hate. Why can that dream meet, I would be so disappointed, so sad?