Red wine heart

Day flood of youth who swept away the young who?
See, so in the capacity of Yan Rulian bloom season off with a total bluestone pavement also hear familiar footsteps coming, little heart with a sigh, casement tight cover, spring curtain without covering ......
Or the wind or rain, or wet leaves rain, kicking up clouds of flowers, Tears, and I still here the wind Mourning Mourning parting rain injury.
Remember when parting is such a day in the terminal building, we sat in the car, you just started quietly looking out the window Turbulence in the skies, says profoundly: "This kind of weather suitable for separation ..... . ". You seem to be in to himself, it seems to say to me, his voice, choked with indescribable, so I had to look back at you ------- tear, quiet effusion of your eyes. And you, still looking at the front of the increasingly self-serving low sky, eyes uncertain, look bleak.
Extended fingers, I brushed aside that you drop tears, s heart Yi Chan, suddenly on the earth, creation, from a grateful heart Che Che bone.
The wind outside the car more and more compact, light rain and hovering that is Who's tears in the flight?
All of the encounter seems to separate ......
Time going around in circles, sorrows and joys are as in the past.
Finally, demos air, March restless wind up, shake the winding river, the shadow of my broken inside.
Gently, a Punta boat Huangyou You to across the water, soft chuckle words, the dream of this town quiet stretch, spread.
Lanes, waterside, only my body alone and the Meishan smoke lock, wandering alone in the cold inside.
The total can not stop thinking of you, walk like a fish in the shore, eager to puddle of clear water. Although, you nose very mouth Xiumei such as Aoyama's face in the wind is getting fuzzy.
Diao Chan Ai Lvbu, because he is handsome, beautiful woman with a hero, like blood with the sword, let the world envy.
I love you because you are not only handsome, but also wit, full of Fairview, flowers and herbs. With us, like the ink stone with ink, and wit you this piece of ink Oh, accumulated over time, more black, get more, so I can not 近墨者黑, increasingly love you.
Lu Xiaofeng, said at least one thing Ximen never learn like other people, not his sword, his lonely ------- mountains on the ice as the cold lonely winter night like a meteor and lonely. This is the master of the lonely standing above the crowd.
And you, too, one thing is people can not learn, not your intellect but your passion is to never give Yuecuoyueyong ------- enterprising spirit of the rain after the pride soaring passion .
Therefore, you can always succeed.
But more than these, you can always with a pair of eyes and assessment of the matter, found in the wider world of their own direction, Yongwangzhiqian.
I admire the most, is your compassion. You pity Fallen, pity the grass, pity my past, present, and future. Where into your eyes, the pity of all.
Turn the spin off of life, because you appear fair share wonderful.
Whatever, it is regrettable that your bright attitude to take my heart, and hurried goodbye, noise from dust, meet even less because of ......
I raise my eyes Albatron, distant clouds; bow to the water, the water comes first. Distant clouds, water, a lengthy, difficult intersection of cloud water.
If, if that field is not met, I would not mind health troubles. Only if the world is not so much! Once those early morning, those evening, nights, now and then can no longer come back. So, now I'm in the early morning, at dusk, in the middle of the night quietly recalling past again and again.
If you want to know now, would rather not encounter Allure color.
Mountain green, water long, dreams are doomed to ......
I wander deep in the lane, winding lanes leading to the winding river, crushing the sun through the leaves lies here in the shoulders, thin air more flexible, open side of the road to positive Yan Begonia , countless strong red color, such as a glass of wine, looking at the people enchanted. This reminds me of Tamaki Koji's "Wine Red Heart": "Red, red, red, clear opacity heart like wine and women, who are you love, happiness will begin with a happy little carried away, red wine, red wine, red wine, Drink up to enhance memory, love for whom drops. ", thinking, thinking, I thought of you, and complex sorrow, accompanied by Tolerance thoughts, the waves of my heart on this.
In fact, their have always been the place where the United States, there are many mountains and many beautiful food, but are in beautiful, day and night I yearn for another strange city, all because of you, because your cause! Wherever you are, there are places where you are in heaven, that is where I long to arrive.
Dear, spring is at hand, each eye are truly impressive, and you, as a small make, coming from afar, from the endless blue water, blue smoke in the way, each figure is a picture, let me The paper and ink have disseminated the old-fashioned. From the years I have more of a cup of tea sitting alone, a poem of elegy. Spring really want to share with you, after all, life is short, the rest of the rest of my life, how much a spring can be delayed? Maybe you will laugh, laugh I laugh my greedy wishful thinking, Why do not you? If you are committed you will not want to What?
My dear, that was the wind was still by my side Xu Xu round after round, Tangulunjin. Trail this wind, the sun thin dense, mood there were numerous, all the United States, both with distance and imagination, multiply and spread ......
"Red, red, red, clear opacity heart like wine and women ......"
Fade time, carrying half-closed matters of the heart, in my singing settlement, like your heart is strong red wine, bit by bit just as you drunk.
Carry look eyes, white walls and black tiles overlay, which it belonged, the window green to green, again drawing the twitter of swallows?
In March, the sea threw, glittering from the far and near, the water more and more short stacks. Contamination of the dew of my hair, wet, dark, quietly released into the air, the round also will miss bloom, one, two, are sweet ......
While walking up the stairs on the roadside wild flowers, I homeopathic down, came to the end of the water, with a pure state of mind, such as stars, to children of tender willow, look, look into the distance.
When setting sun sky, sky, caught a one if you lightly but to smile, I see a cut Samuume, thus the flowers lakes ......