Autumn misses the season, I miss the spring, I have always loved this spinning in my life, deeply liked, liked the flower blooming.
That's what I like the most about this season. In winter, there is such a season, and I like such a season! The deepest reason that belongs to me is that in such a deep season, I am accustomed to holding deep feelings in my arms and waiting for the beauty of the snow dance.
And so, in my season, in such a deep season.
The cold dew is silent, and the frost falls on the earth.
In the early morning, push open the window, a burst of warmth, a wisp of fragrance hit, in an instant, by the romantic crush of osmanthus intoxicated. You stand quietly beside me, but I can't refuse. Just because many times, you can't refuse. I can only look at you silently, let the wisps of fragrance wrap around your hair, stroke your clothes, your cheeks are so clear, you, I can only look at you from a distance to appreciate, your beautiful face, but can not express. I really don't know whether my meeting this time is because of fate, or because of the fate that has been in the underworld, and it is destined to be separated. Well, just you are an indispensable one in my life.
What impressed me the most was the figure of each of us, and you left me behind, to stay. No matter how far you go, one day, your traces will all hover before my eyes. So short, in this long dark night, how can you and I stop that short and wonderful wandering? In the long nights, I took your letter in my hand as my blood flowed in your heart. And I can't let go of you, just like being put in the arms of love by you, a kind of love that can't be put down. Love is so hard to guess. You are a beauty that I cannot forget in this life.
They all said: "There is no need to find a thousand years, a thousand years can have a fate." ”
How many beautiful memories, re-sprinkle my affection for you. And so you took my hand and let it go in this night of lovesickness, and you let go in my dreams. You kiss and suck like a silent, wandering in the dreams of lovesickness. Those beautiful memories flowed in the dream, like my back, and I could never leave.
You are my dream of a thousand years at night, beautiful during the day, but I am very simple. In every night when I think of you, I am like a pillow of yours, and I am intoxicated by you in the dream of your dreams, and I am intoxicated in the night of thinking about you. At this moment, there is a breeze blowing around you, and you are the beauty I want to say about Hugh. In the dreams of my memories, I wrapped your body in the arms of thinking of you, and reveled in the beautiful night.
You are my destiny in this life, my eternal dream in this life. Wherever you go, wherever I go, you will linger in my dreams. Because every time I think of you, in the intoxication of memories I forget your beauty.
You are my flowing beauty at night, my melodious thoughts. I walk lightly on the end of your dreams, sprinkle a bunch of moonlight on the starry sky, let my thoughts flutter in the moonlight, and see the beautiful Swan Lake, the white sails dotted, swaying on the shore of Acacia Lake, like the moonlight. You are the beauty of my dancing, the thoughts that haunt me. In every breath you take, I am like lying in the beautiful night sky, and your beauty is the trace of my lovesickness.