Full House

The depths of red dust, smile disappeared , a flower encounter, a reincarnation of misty curtain. How many of the heart in the dust, how much love in the years to freeze. Day and night, for you. Sujian, writing paper and ink flower. The world of love, you are my life no regrets love.

With a sigh of love the red, dignified sorrow, loneliness alone forever. The world's edge, it only wonderful, its fragrance, it rain, warm season glazed thousands of; the world of love, it is sad, anxious, zither, v. the period of scattered chouhuai. There is also a round when the moon has a negative feeling when there is a bitter sweet. How much love, beautiful Youth passes as a fleeting wave. How much ink Sujian parting, melancholy.

A touch of melancholy who, with half a flashy incense. Who's a fine, haunted by the past lingering. A freely flowing style of writing in the memory of the past, carve a lifetime love. A piece of paper fragments who , in a quiet and sentimental flood, who once again looking back, that a shy graceful lonely.

Look at the world, this flower, and the opening and fall; this day, and the wind and rain; this month, and the circle and the lack of; this edge, and the poly and scattered. Who can be a "love" word read. Remember, the beautiful encounter, remember that love, tenderness, like Geshi like misty, has reached out and can not touch. A dream of the intersection on Acacia, love has been in return to see or not see.

Have a persistent, you hold my hand, the truth forever. Now, how many ups and downs, how much wind and rain, how much love, can once again hold your hand. Want to bearish red, tears are wandering alone. Want to let go of love, the mind is still up. Thousands of propagation of central China, I just want to be your nostalgia, in the boundless huge, I just want to find you, billowing bustling place at, just want to these promises of caring, warm you a world of gentle.

Life, who are difficult to predict, the feelings of things, who are elusive, fate, who are difficult to grasp . Hold a cup of strong wine, taste the taste of missing, which taste, sometimes Dimei smile, and sometimes tears locked eyes. It is hard to sleep, you are thinking of who? A sentimental song, you sing to whom?

A sweet season, not blossom. Whisk a gentle wind, do not read too piaoyu. I wish God Xu I forever love, allow me to the end of time, am I accompanied the horizon, even in a dream does not complain, even if is in the cloud it anyway. Because of you, my life is not regret love.

Time in Qingjian, met the moment, the dust drunk drunk drunk wind, flowers, the tenderness III. A touch of feelings lingering in the heart, a wisp of love read in the mortal world. From then on, the Mexican is your shadow, Zhijian is your soul, craze for you, obsession for you, you are my life the most beautiful meet.

A white paper on twist, shallow words, love is the reincarnation of the blessings of love, life is forever promise. Juyi Peng fragrance, gently massage in ink flower, the ripples, in the heart opened a single memory for the lotus, just a glance , eternal life is unforgettable. I love this, Sansheng stone wrote the immortal chapter juan.

All love, all read, light pen Susan, Danxieqingmiao, who understand the Italian, who knows the heart of woman, who was really a dream. Can't handle, words with similar words, soul embraced each other heart, red, tears, the you only read, you are I carved into the heart of the immemorial.