The fallen leaves of autumn, and profusion, remnants of the purples missed, ground when nothing is difficult to show, cool pen. If an afterlife, will you please laid a splendid for me? Don't let me at this stupid, such as cold ink inkstone Lumiere.

 

The silent night, a long time, acacia jiggled broken heart, with a white moonlight, alone the one to beat a hasty, random strings, besides the cool of the fingertip. Time alone, always afraid for gazing at night, afraid of faint light refraction in the sky; teco dc motor gear Fear of the shadow of night will float out has hidden; Afraid I like lotus grand gesture will once again because of you low to the dust; Afraid of miss hot again heated up the soul of blocking light; Be afraid to burn, I learn to heart hide, will the burnable flame frozen at any time, heart door for whom no light qi, don't banish lovesickness Vio-la.

Leaves time, and keep you, I speak into ruin, will be the seeds of love in the copy, using ink string into chapters, engaging in the path of level and oblique tones, link up the scent of ink carry the flourishing jade refers to brewing into elegant like orchid, let it in my world leave enchanting petals, drawn into painters, another side of the river. For you, I keep an empty city, even the whole world, even if all alone on the flowers.

 

Culvert smoke took life in suzhou, blue lotus to yun, who know jade pool summer rain, cold que empty unemployed? The wind dark signs, drunk leer, the desert landscape.

 

Let time knocking the lack, the heart no longer have pain, accustomed to silence in the miss, accustomed to precipitate heart in float world blatant, accustomed to see the personnel changes in the other shore flower of smile, I am still in the room repair the fence kind of chrysanthemum, light waiting for you.

 

Whether you will come and not, in and out, I will wait for you, when you were drunk jiangnan misty rain, waiting for you to join hands in ink painting picture scroll, waiting for you to fall in love hand in hand on the top of the xiaoxiang, waiting for you in the dream of the good convention, wait for you, this life, the afterlife, even if lonely be hold on the sea, hair dye cream, smile shattered into tears, I am still in, only to wait for you, waiting for you to put on dream of the red makeup for me, with you daily relative to see fine water long, the end of time.

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