Where beauty

 




Where beauty, attract the mood how much? -- is a sichuan tobacco, or the city, or the yellow plum DaaS Solution when a few months of the rain?



Reclining solitary window kept falling snow, roll up the curtain, it was dim, still vaguely see the snow in the bamboo, if the heart of the thoughts in the wind shake shake drag. Drunk the reverie charming encounter, is floating in front of judah, though not a conversation, even the eyes even a hint of look you are not a handout with me, but see, in the boundless and indistinct sea is the cycle of one thousand. Therefore, I treasure LianNian, dare not to forget.



The night is gradually thick, half of the vastness of single not warm heart memories are silhouetted against the can. Along the spark of orange, to the depths of the memory, emotions and salvage. Maybe you is not far away, maybe you are in the partition wall, maybe you to numerous fields are also love at first sight of the man is looking for you, perhaps you through time, in order to catch the moment of touching his eyes leadership skills.



, are reluctant to drink wine, but was too sober, not magic you gone with the wind as catkin graceful posture, too sober, don't cheat yourself, then you won't believe to meet you, can will recognize you in the middle of the ten thousand people. So can only use wine to edify watering. In sorrow a sorrow, want is this utility. Wish the drunk, can't wake up again, until the sky were to fall, things change. Then you are no longer you, and I are no longer my; Your life has never been my trace, I will no longer remember you. You into my eyes, no early not late, impartial.



I am your former life baamz, you is my this present life, love at first sight, it is better to see.



Cool things the night rain, Qian tired in my life a wisp of the soul, so foolish to go to sleep, will never fall asleep even don't do a dream, so my dream is still care. Since in the world of mortals find you for a long time, you are lazy to review, let me help, since you Touch Overlay in a hurry to go, not for me, why should have into my dreams, gossip tenderness, hypocrites, said the tired of endless lovesickness? Secular but you know, I am a man, your tenderness, your thoughts, your love, I all serious back, buried in the bottom of my heart, chi its root, such as the ground.