Hand holding coffee, sit at the head of a bed HKUE amec , accompanied by the rhythm of the music slowly, slowly walked into the lithe and graceful. Tonight, I want to salvage this piece of moonlight, to light up the wind stroke of missing. Peeping you heart password! Ask yourself remember password? The answer is a depth divided... Going though, come though, walk at its center will perceive the appearance of the years. Years, the two words. Touching a bit, a little quiet good Wine Hong Kong , a little purple, simple and a little white. Years younger than my time with mean far longer, permeate a mixed emotions of life. The one bit of acid, sweet one point, one point, one point spicy, salty one point, have become the flavor of The Times, the years blows, the spice of life. Years at sea, is the one leaf of boats, be battered by a storm still toward the goal; In the sky, time is the day, month, stars, air, clouds, and all with the wind, is embedded in the night and morning. In life Business Broadband, all say ruthless also love time, as long as we cherish enough, as long as can understand its connotation, become the master of calendar one years, it certainly will give us wisdom, soft, cool. When the lights decayed, we always look back to find that the years of waiting, you smile very warm. In years, who I know the time's person, put it hands the in the mind, heart, and slowly read, and solution of taste slowly... Who touched my heart? Who hurt my words. Love me, he ji mo, light painting. However, a few pen, how do you painted the second melancholy and lonely? There is one kind of fate, called miss; There is one kind of love, don't understand is, is not to understand, to understand; There is one you let go after became the scenery forever. Love for you, if can, would rather see, would rather not meet, without regrets, meet, met no regrets. After everything sails, water's flowers, you who are in the sky? I wait you in waning moon, and you are only at the end of the article, on the other one long lane I looking at? Folding willow acacia ferry, already didn't tear down waiting for you, and I also shen in old dreams, wander alone. The wind, suddenly look back, but thinks you are the dream of others. Good afraid of pain and cold words, hurt you also hurt me. How many times ask myself: what I insist on? But I can insist on?
