"You think carefully, what can you give me? Economic satisfaction or the ultimate end result?You can't! So ......"
Maybe I was naive, perhaps, I really did not grow up, perhaps, I too seriously infatuated, perhaps, what you say is I really can not do things... But I am still in our shadow behind to sigh, sigh years testimony not constant love, oath and commitment of those who are temporarily happy magic mad, and how much is it? Moreover, we have no oath and commitment!
Much "pick as cold branches are not habitat" arrogant, harvest is just life of a cruel, years later, Wushirenfei, we can retain what? What can you have?
What we need is not always sweet words sweetness, but go patience, that must be a love that is deeper than the sea, that is, the time forever immortal "April day". Can you have such patience?
What a pity, alas, after the sigh and do not know what a pity!
How much to wait, the vicissitudes of life, the regret of becoming time. Perhaps, all things are invisible fixed number, "difficult to forever", whether is the end?
The memory of the stem, planting too many beautiful dreams, but the harvest was temporarily too much misty vain. What was hidden years like the dew, finally broke the hearts of the story?
A tearful night, the same beautiful. In the years of the stream at rest, picking up many memorable lines? The stars moved a speechless tenderness Hong Kong University, no matter after a few years, who is who, is the mo. Let those memories gently sleep time flight, the animosity is ephemeral, let the years liufang......
One eye, through the ground coffee at the end of the spring, one eye, boil the cool summer rain, at a glance, what all the world's youthful, eyeful, eyeful in the winter did not see snow. Just think, in the whirling of the night, you came from memory.
Whatever the outcome, what is the relationship? Since love roses, brave to confide in good faith, if think Rose is barren, do embrace tulip, that is your freedom. Love, fragrant floating just, all are in expectation.
How many desires, to a weak heart haggard, a few words is enough to make you naked in front of others. Can the hand hold the pious, hold time and innocence, not to let down a helpless? In fact, very simple, night sky in a gentle eyes, light hold those years in full bloom in Pride and soften the misty rain, charming deep courtyard. Enough, enough, not too greedy!
Late at night, the lights dim , as long as another loved one, is no regrets in life, you are, I don't owe you.
Those petals together through the road, those petals softly on your hair, warm face. The bloom of pride, subtle fragrance floating, enough fragrance over your heart my heart. There are many stars at the end, don't give up, I'm still there full of tenderness.
The spring breeze is blowing gently, as if your caresses from afar, trance, coconut grove by the setting sun, those wrinkles are in the stretch, smile like yesterday. There are some feelings, have become the memory of Feng Shui, unable to dip a wisp of smoke, it is to have a blurred vision, sigh.
Love is not a legend, those superimposed warm, touching piety.
The years when tore up a solemn pledge of love? All in all, a little bit lost time.
Needless to say, tangled, blooming tender in time past, gently rubbing time flies, and in every heart, there is steady.
Later, no matter how far the shortage, the name has been engraved in the heart warm, and slowly with the old time.