When the mood in the four seasons on the migration of the keyboard fake oakleys, and a note in the day a horse air is such a small Bridges YanYu LouTai; At this time the swing of the XieGua will have a dragonfly in a hurry passing mark, when the wind of the push open the lily will have clear dew that sad a kiss; You don't know where I am, but I know you, my heart...

Without a word, the desktop is very quiet, no music, the night also is quiet; West wind gradually thin, LengYue add to worry, would stand in the winter of the arms, has no intention of grace, but always flourishes, where as fragrant flower... disappeared

The shore silk sash hang ground, just meteorite but green, I know, it has no intention of touch make their journeys, so in the spirit of cold autumn after the banquet, choose the separation......

The clouds started aimless float, wander is a kind of aestheticism, cloud says, it is the angel of the wind, the wind is it love, the wind: actually, I wanted to go to the blue sky, just the eminence be extremely and cold, so, I would rather stay at your side, only the closest distance, you can feel, my existence.

Only the pieces in the pebbles also lay quietly on the shallow water, have lost edges, no noise around. Perspective it as their perspective, because, people actually sometimes also can't help already; Because, I and your that play chess, and eventually is...... A sigh. Life is not without regret, regret is everywhere, I know, I was a wonderful with regret seal cutting, it will be: clear fresh and pure. Pebbles in fact is we incarnate, so, freedom is always appear, pale and cannot...

Sometimes, we will think of years later. And for many years ago, and with food, after many swallowed, be the same as we digest; As part of the eternal is stalled in the floor, sometimes, we go to expect them to clean it dust, or occasionally flip looked. Old, those past was very old, who don't want to disturb them dopie, actually, is the mood.

After many years the has always been a unknown, so we would rather it is a tempting cake, only can view and admire, even into the dream, those colorful temptation of our life. Sometimes, can think of, unknown or familiar your face, after a few years will be years grinding into what look like? Sometimes will think of, we love this world a few years later, there will be how to novel? We hold the pinch in that note: the secret, is actually in the heart of desire and looking forward to......

In the heart, may still be as incense, and laid it in hand, will still blossom, and laid the crossroads, and gone with the wind......

If as incense, the situation is still in......