Red maple, autumn has been deep, Lengyue cry dew flowers without soul, thousand moon to several people? Toss red bean, send the who?
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Month make Shuying, subtle fragrance floating, the night to my deep thoughts quietly ink dye. A hint of autumn, rang the hanging of the string of purple in autumn light in memory campanula. I lazily lying in bed, eyes closed, as the messy thoughts fly.
Your shadow filled my mind, but I do not know in what they want. I just remember, you once said: the vibrant, forever, love you forever. But the flow of time, pledge already cannot afford a way, already dense smoke scatters with the wind. I stretched out my hand, has not catch a vow of temperature.
My love, like a wilted flower, in the autumn. By autumn, the vast sky, I a person walk alone in the thin cool the depths of time, love has gone away, who can hold?
Buddha said: the world everything is karma. I believe, I believe.
Presumably, if not meet, will not know; if you don't know, don't know; if you don't know, will not love; if not love, will not have today's heart.
PR
