Cloud on the day

Scattered, and finally scattered, like a feast, like a fairy tale, after all, who goes on all day with the wind.
Looking back, the those song and those laughing, those mind-phase pull, such as the swirling leaves, with the colors, fly to the mountain to the other side, is taken away, not only tears, there is hope.
In fact, the results already doomed at the outset, may I always can not bear to turn around, because you good, because you're special.
Perhaps, I was eager for, perhaps, I was luxury ......
Delicate clouds are in, and who smiled and tears?
Meet, farewell, so many, there is not enough what you sad? Why are they can not help but look back to the early autumn of a bright?
Time, one minute, one second, are few. Acquaintance with you, as the wind rose too, and only a brief moment, why has allowed a knowing smile, a heavy beams are stained?
Finally realized, I still have not completely grown up, still in love with the number of stars in the night, always look forward to a meteor flying, for me, just for me ......
Still remember your bright, like a ray of sunshine, inadvertently suddenly commands the earth, spring-like blew my eyes accustomed to the darkness. Thus, the heart of the bolt is opened instantly, the light came in, flew in flowers, birds come and go .....
Vivid eyes, enchanting smile, it is God's charity Why?
Such as cup, such as confusion, have a nest inside the pear, we have no time to think about the future of the wings.
Toast, you and I drink bottomless tenderness, a laugh, the lips 100 Mei dangers, love to fly the wings again and again overlap, several times blurred.
Stars spread, blur, intoxicated ......
Early autumn day is the day goes on, the heart bloom times, everything is beyond control.
Uneasy! I was so uneasy, fear and trepidation, and even speak each word is so hard, for fear of unwatched, since the autumn the first swept away everything .......
How can withstand the cold and cool flowers, autumn?
The next fall in one after another, westerly thin do, autumn rain, but also an autumn, lingering endlessly, quietly dispersed in ticks on your side ......
Wind Rush End of the World, petals curl residue, you and I hurried separation between branches, across one horizon, distant sea.
Distant sea, the life experience I am saddled with the poor, the daughter of Italian sense of Jun, ashamed no Allure color, only by moonlight, send blessings _______ thousands of miles away, I wish you happiness, Chunhuaqiuyue good, joys and sorrows Tears still well ......
Di Mei, turn around, I received the sun, possession of attachment, will be an eclectic storytelling tie down front light system, carrying a lake Bik, red armbands stretch for the lotus, went into the late autumn.
View, had Pure Sound Department, half of the smoke cover, cloud half buried, and who bow Buddhas, palms together international, a drop of tears, quietly, falling fleeting?