Later, things that do not

Sometimes, the empty room I do not know what can be filled.
No intention to catch a glimpse of San Mao said, Qingtong Qingtong Do not you cry, Qiao Feng just lost Arjuna.
Read my mind came a leopard Mountain Ghost riding paste, was inside with the words fetched faint sadness.

I fell in love with a boy that year, the year I could not extricate themselves intoxicated to the feelings in that year I bought locking diary to record next page of mind, the year I wanted to take, I think my life will not forget him, and a lifetime love of his martyrdom.
Wen-Xiu, is a character with a point Unyielding and pull off the woman. She is very stubborn, stubborn to the distressing; She was very strong, strong to the sad. But no amount of distressed and sad, but also us, the wounds eventually attributed to her.
Wen-Xiu year away. South isolated walked alone to go alone.
This year, I've had more than a love. I'll always love that person even remember the last name will hesitate.
It turned out not imagine love so long; the love of the most important, is the ability to comfort themselves; had sometimes memory, the more mold will be more drying.
Wen-Xiu back south, and she took him by the white horse, Napi with her many years of White Horse.
A person walking with her, she said, those are very, very good, but I do not like.

Always moved in the Wen-Xiu's dedication, saw 77 snakes in the later written by Wen-Xiu, that desired hazy south, she has a new story. Or Wen-Xiu will know, even if much experience, but then that long, long may the event of another people, and even longer in love with someone else, as has been done like Sup.

I stood on rooftops to watch days, but will always be sunshine stabbed eye.
Across the floor or the shade of a tree, you will find the azure of the Ambilight, fascinated.
That 18-year-old fireworks, Heavenly Sword, dull.
Had the rivers and lakes farther and farther, that anger can Zhangjian Wandering fresh clothes horse, the number of possible downtown Maple night rain. It is only to blossom the flowers bloom, young children and old lakes.
After all, this piece of our rivers and lakes are in the old and the smell of the air, seems to feel desolate.

Those that forget the people, but has also lived in my heart.
White Horse did not like was described by Jin Yong, who do not then something invariably marvel.
Was met regardless of how many people can no be you.