Wandering in the empty dance, residual valve, in the rain and snow falling dust.

Wandering, in one way, in that struggle. The dust NuHart.

Flowers fall, heart domain in leaf cry, in that don't give up the pursuit of the wind.

The flowers, in Confidante no longer, in that memory does not regret the romantic.

Chopped cold rolling dust scraping the bone, the hand guard Yan mei,

Buckle a gap, flower heart, how NuHart?

Valve setting, leaf pieces, eye tears, hand tremor!

Mo Li Han, a few red? Take care! Few people know the flowers broken?

When will there be no more autumn moon and spring flowers for me who had so many memorable hours? Who is sad? Who is the sweet heart? She dance the ink sword, "people than the thin yellow", follow my memory of millennium, conduct Millennium cliff side, tentacle to touch you, wind rain flowers, ear near your indifference, 000 species had. You, Sherbet Shannon and charm, graceful ink, Millennium fall red sweet, still let me for you, to sing words and songs! Because of your cold and lonely overseas employment.

Rouchang inch cold lonely, the mood on the Arctic cold sea, solitary shadow thin, the sea, waves up how many tears boiling, listening to the corner, a Hong man man, cold beauty picturesque. Shake on the light rays, sleeves, graceful smoke cloud Rao, floating rhyme cold world. Look at a tree with the forest, go white butterfly, and the wind dancing and Rao, lovingly pathetic string. Smile in the Ning Yan, make me touched tears, at the edge of the sea, her beauty, her cold, has nothing to do with me NuHart.

Cold cold heart sings love songs, sounds goods Xi, with bitter taste, but sweet dough. To come back, such as sand without a master, slave of static wind, back, full of every pattern. I in the hot, with your cotton soft color, look for you to be exquisitely dainty and ravishingly beautiful, but hold hands, a bitter empty world. Cool moonlight the pale sand, flowers in where? But did not know the next step is, lingering Millennium desert rose, the tear falls million years of singing.

And spend the night marks, shattered acoustic sonar, Yi Li, delight, ancient. Thousands of busy and, how many flowers with moonlight, like fur coat, "gather your rosebuds while you may, not treatsblossomless spatial booklet." However, few people show must fold, and who look back? Yong Huai Mai flowers die, empty, cut in thin lips, Speechless degree all flower broken night! Positive thinking, oh heart chill frequency review, but in poetry, setting the scene only empty words, think of the sea.

The rain across this disgraceful between, all the way, with a floral pink, all the way to pick up, palm covered with many hundred years of bitter taste. Red tears, sad with tears flower, pistil, tears falling. If you love, no cream in your life, caiman, and if a reward, flower fly, patches of remnant, going to move about the country without definite employment! Across the old fence, wandering and smiled with tears and act toward. What are with now?

Blossoming flowers Yan, boast the world to poison poison orders, whose eyes? Night night wind, flowers fall red, as your mind full of all over the mountains and not fall red, you, have pity soft heart? The coldest wind down with tears, are you, let her swaying the poem off white, time flap blood osmosis from ancient to modern times, looking forward to, and off spring moon, in your indifference. I picked up the cold cream, about you, a residual, cold down the red.

Heart station, at a loss ", flowers of the debris covered every corner, eyes touched. Love, from the silly dim memories, at the beginning of a riot of colour in place, wandering, meditation. Is my silence, read the spring bloom, read the wind and rain in the sexy mature, pity the flap have the residual red. All, all, pain, happiness, I was flying in the paradise of Guangyang, let her grow the seeds of happiness, forever.