If time really such as water, why not faded, time deduction of the vicissitudes of life; If life really clear like a dream, why don't wake up, old afterglow of smoke.
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At night, a dense with fragrant fireflies, soft the city numerous of breath, placed in the empty the other shore, diffuse the streetlamps begin around the warm, cold streets stumble cold footprint.
Time, is still lonely, leaving behind a figure, and lonely in hand, stray in the delicate and charming cycle.
The fragrance of the other shore, disseminated yesterday's sad, how many mind a red, throwing fly YuGuangNian ocean. The youth's desk, who put the who's strong, grated into a flying in the sky flocculation.
Time flies singing fragrant, cycle time of reflection, who amorous feelings still blossom. Yesterday's bright red, along with the romantic, as the neon light dance, leave in the feminine point shadow, the light flavor, like touched cheeks like the wind, so soft, but difficult to touch.
All say time is like running water, the quietly and fleeting time, we left countless beautiful moments. Rotating ring, take away the old naughty ZiYing, and the old smoke and bury the who bleak residual dream.
Faint light sigh, don't do any old time, when a cool moonlight cover reincarnation a faint fragrance, who is singing still dotted with vicissitudes of life.
The other shore fragrant, lonely time. In the light pen and ink, paint GongZhuang yesterday, shallow language of flowers, phase keep seasonal cycle, and the rest of the LiChou, who over the midnight time, chatter fell a tree feminine cheery red or bright red.
Do not know why, recently always likes to indulge in beautiful song tang poetry, looking at the tragic that ancient poem, as if place oneself in the amorous feelings of the deep in the garden. Perhaps, at that moment, the magic mirror cover the body tender feelings in the voice of the lonely. The wind blows, and the spreading thoughts embrace time float shadow, and gradually precipitated in the long river of time, and eventually evolved into memory, blossom, light ink mark.
Temptress moon silent, the heart if the floating dust. When the indisposition thoughts, toss in the time flies, and drift of the lonely, and the continue to where. Who left the appearance, still lost.
A paper sadness, write not the fragrance of the courtyard, suddenly in a faint fragrance, already separate a life time of the end to but a court of the collected experience.
The other shore fragrant, lonely time. The dies rings, how many LiChou in bold and unrestrained. Vicissitudes of life buried the sadness, time annihilate the vicissitudes of life, and so blurred scenery, and how to treasure.
The past is like smoke vanishing, clear sorrow if water, who is, in every shore time, croon shallow sing.
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