Miss filling day, I turned into a beautiful butterfly, each morning, with a plume lingering, with your shoulders; in every evening, with a gentle, is you. Snow boiled Acacia, the light thin, dear, if you are the wind, I would sail, only, the remotest corners of the globe, and you silently forever; if you are the star, I wish for months, just as, on the road, and you add radiance and beauty to each other. The fleeting time, flowers for one person, love is a man that, that we have come together every intersection, is destined to become the most beautiful scenery in life. The flowers in the window, I wait for you; the snow fly, I wait for you in the umbrella; the slanting sun, I read in you; the moon circle, I wait for you in the dream world, a lively, warm a reunion, sansei stone, you are my five hundred years of fate, you are my mortal procumbens, looked back and smiled scenery. The situation has been deeply, love is profound, came a ray of tenderness, Xu you together, my dear, in this life, but is willing to work with you, waiting for a peach flowers flowing away with water agreement. mutual passion depleted to shore know Heaven On Earth I will listen to your voice