This smile always looks at its own shadow in the moonlight

The fragrance of a smile, despite the footsteps, still leaves a lot of looking back. In every shadow cast by the moonlight, we see ourselves.

In a smile countless times to rummaging, how can not find the meaning of her, the smile held out, is the breeze through the bamboo forest of the sleeves, is the sound of the early morning dew moonlight, is the standing sentry to hold the firm.

A smile in the light, Chu Chu is moving, like a blooming lotus flower. The sound of washed frogs jumped up and down on the leaves, jumping out of crystal morality. The fragrance of a smile is enough, enough to comfort all the houses.

Passing by a smile, the leaves on his body turned green. Lost and even incurable, the cure has been found in a shadow, and life has come so softly and hardly. Pulling it out and putting it in, it's another fertile field.

To look at one's own shadow in the moonlight is to see purity. Fragrance has no place that cannot be reached, nor is there loneliness that cannot be entered. The heart of this smile will never wither, and time will not stop pouring over and over again.