harvest the clever of the world

I meet with music is a beautiful thing, in a beautiful days, call the tired soul from the dark dream wake up, the rotation of the last night before bed. Forget to consuming rain field, let the triumph of music with a welcome drink, in the mountain valley for poor canary. The wind rustling, rock messy pieces rang bagpipes, song lei castle, casts the shadow of greed solidification. I saw people's heart contraction, narrow desire, one rose from the dark shadow the shape of a colorless, killing bundles women love roses. Sky is god works of art, moist soil absorbs the rain, growing plant life, the beautiful scene has been preserved in the great sky, attract the brilliance, comfort the gods created the moon light. I on the way to identify soul, along with heart beat to follow the rainbow, after the ecstatic moments. My heart in the palm, take music, who were the names of the bitter.

Music passion steps into the blue sky, roar, sing a disaster, time smudge jumping on the surface of the lake, great rivers, crisp knelt down rain, fine gauze deep fog. Nice paean is empty square, the chirping of the birds run out of the sun, curled up exploration of wild rain light, like a weapon to destroy music refined grains. Wind roar, rapidly changing, one thousand kinds of voice will be the wandering clouds of flowers filled with elegant. Faded glory, instantaneous compiling lyrics, banging on the musical, they know the song sing, luster humanoid. The tip of the tongue slip naked wind, chaotic FeiSa faint scent, cannot hit songs, and fall under the rain, like a kiss kiss with the wind and waves hit the dawn. Flying music, shredded desperate loneliness, applause lose hope, for the soul the way.

I have no language, like music, like snowflakes dream, in the blue sky above, explore the desire, with a little arrogant. My first speech, in the void has never rust in sky blue, open peaks of the world, accept the tide affable music trend, signal in the spring. Endless clouds, bound to look at the eyes of the sun, music in the shade of hunger and thirst of phonetic, raising a spoiled catkin. The sun goes down to bury music into the journey, sizzling gold. The light of dawn, your heart been stretched, rule the universe of the eternal. The sun god with the white lotus fragrance, fighting with the fresh air. The export of light music we arrange in advance to avoid disaster, before the sun arrived, harvest the clever of the world.

I didn't give up hold libra gods love, rich in east green hair combed it standard. Quietly happy, beautiful beautiful beautiful, delicate strokes light yan wing with joy, an unprecedented fantasy, ado noisy creatures, singing in the false eye, despising the cold wind, music down heavy, light burning pentium. Still tantalizing scenery scenery luxuries, time if send out of the mist, like the thin fine fine flowers, take strong fragrance, destroy the thoughts of poverty. In the era of space, the resurrection of willow branches, with the pride of streamline relieving rushed to the front of the wind, like a kiss, like drops of solemn and stirring. Dropping my ways to squeeze the shame, listen to the monologue of the wind, can't touch. Crazy, all the way south feather flying with wind, sand straight, LiuShao glides across the lake, overwork, create their own music. Cold wind to lone sentinel, jealousy lake, is still expanding, become pale face. The cold hard work all night, suddenly open water of the lake, into the sun friendly ambassador. Without music, the foundation of the choice of appropriate time, across the lake scenery, no frills lit of passion, in total of time, chase the wind nest of the sunset.