In what way I love you? I take what kind of attitude with you? In October, the late autumn, quietly, reminiscent of the Promised Happiness, at the moment, heart is very lonely, but I do not know from when to rise, lonely night. Sad fragrance, let people immersed into memories, dreams, unable to extricate themselves, but also feel helpless.
Look out the window the moon hung over the streamer, faint as single shadow on the ground, frightened heart who boudoir, broken hate who years, scattered years who worry, Ningmou, fine view, only a red hook, what is alive or dead? Everything is decreed by fate, no resentment, need not regret, we should grasp the present.
A head, those messy thoughts will be revealed, reclined at the window, looking at that piece of sad mountains, listening to the wind chill pharyngeal sound, think of the man in this life, there is a person I love very happy, there is a love own person also very happy, one you love and love your talent is the most happy, oh, my dear, you are in my heart deeply, across the sky, I still can feel your gentleness and warmth forever forever.
In deep thought, pale and memory sigh, who is willing to do the world for me, who is willing to my burning like the blazing love, who would like to share with me a bustling love prosperity. Are you for me, for you are my, we are to each other, the handle has taken a vow of everlasting, that promise is forever.
In the world, we insist on the what kind of dream; dream, we continue with what one; when I look back, is a change of heart, the same one, the same dream. Silently watch, because of you, life without regret. Side of the night from the body mood of melancholy, and the body feeling breeds side night charming, the scenery, the mood, thousands and thousands of words is not the road, only one word "love you you are so", faintly, as if you are in front of me, I just a touch of the hand, like dream like you will disappear Not the least trace was found., untraceable, leaving Montreal worry.
Stroking the lyre, provoke the feelings at the moment, a piece of unfinished, a sad, halftone halftoning cheerful, heard the sound, the sound of a sound woven into a beautiful and confusion, but in my heart, only you, only with your contract, only with your past life destiny, so I whether right or wrong, as long as you can and walk hand in hand in the world of mortals will no regrets.
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