Thinking of you, wandering, Shaw

The spring wind blows in your ears, and your pleasant songs, blowing over your face, and your lips, you quietly go, leaving only a string of memories, wisps of love, I stroll the road you have walked, meet the wind you once had, taste your warmth, against your former rain, chew your entanglement, lonely me, since then fascinated by that stone road, that rain folding umbrella, that raindrop sound, like a love song that sings immortality, every time you stop, there is a disappointment, only the rain, still jumping lively, I am looking forward to a chance encounter, but really meet, But I don't know how to say, perhaps, a long silence, is the best expression of my love, for you, fill the wine glass with thoughts, swallow the bitter water, penetrate my heart socket, for you, write down thousands of red notes, wet paper and ink, hurt the heart socket, the spring wind can evoke green, but can not wake me, blindly persistent, acacia hangs the sail of the voyage, but does not know where is the direction, where is the harbor, can only let the wind and rain drift, love, Xiao Xiao.