Time like the quicksand in the hand fake oakley sunglasses , fingers down from a little bit. Country dance move season wings, hovering over the time in, memory is like hang in the window of the wind ring, whispering gently echo. The past passed over my again after the fuzzy eyes, disappeared far away, but can't read your eyes colour, that with melancholy, put out too much deep blue, cannot have found the first bright! Small cool to the tips of your fingers no longer feel your threads. One thousand years of waiting, but never less than that with a gentle reminds. Pick up the pieces, and experience the storm of one baptism years, lost is the risks of chi, leaving deep wounds, can piece together do not make a long lasting.

The time quietly slide over time, when thoughts whisked back the years the veil, stride into the memory of XuYan lintel, those dusty past once again will float in the sky of the past scenery bloom. Little drops more clearly showed in the eyes, like the movie scenes emerge, just yellow chapter of broken again, and didn't connect once beautiful of the past. Stripped of all layers years youth and beauty, the feeling, the end is the bottom of your heart a graves, this shore and other shore, sentimental, sailing dance, in you by time, into a drop of tears of sadness, hidden in the YanYu the lively behind. The transformation of the olden days, love hate QingQiu struggle, and in the end, all escape but a doomed to end.

The past does not take, keep time. Gradually far time, multicolored dream, those young frivolous enthusiasm, are in the passage of the time was gradually in the grinding left. The palm one touch vicissitudes of the time, depositing my love and sadness. The lovesickness the haze in the world of love in a scar, such as fire thoughts in the chest turned forever of pain. Light in the mood is full of thick sorrow, apply colours to a drawing timesong. With written records of the white years, blurred linger in the back and forth between, the final drive also blunt gone completely. Really leave, only best thoughts casting psalm, deeply be shallow, long is a kind of deep short of pain. Look back again and again, the deep missed arouse faded memories, grow on the legend of the old stone, repeated rebirth in town.

Time a mill, fly into the skinny time, a valve valve twists strip of mind smoke, deposited on a color to a time, such as the spring and autumn period and the met, moist devotes love, the ease of gentleness. The footsteps of separation, buckle up the desert, whereas troubles, planted in heart. Old not to ruin, but new mark dye, wet sweet gills, sorrow Diane eyebrow. Scene when negative, buried in earthly, a feeling of payment as soon as possible to grief and indignation and disappointed! And drunk one night of the world of mortals cooking wine, no longer a vain, a such as the feelings like clouds flowing water. I love, also in the memory of the surge in the sea, and your flow shadow dopie , also in my eye travel fly. Sail after everything, a wisp of acacia, but can only send to hammering!

Suddenly looking back at sing like a dream. Once thought to be observed and TianHuangDeLao, in the world of mortals forgotten by time. When white between hair dyed disconsolate, was a single dusty burnout heart. Lonely dies into the withered and yellow, you take the pain I hide is weak, woods knead in the wind in the language of broken gloomy mood, such as the high cliff fall the world of mortals, leave a deep groans and sigh. And with a separate the empty mindful, chi keep the one thousand's feeling, the deep buried by years of sand.

In the wilderness years time wandering with the wind, the dream like a dream, lost the pain with the change, still can't get let go, can't forget the smitten, heavy into can't see through fan innings, deduced a pain from the wounds of the bone marrow. Standing at a loss, only met the scenery canyue round, fill the cycle of great sorrow. At this time, early spring night, the night cool water, solitude, corner, listening to the rain falls, let a long missed in the heart of the ripples, rippling...