Night flowers, full of stars, I did not look.
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Lost, love of the, waiting for my dream flowers.
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Suddenly began to miss the flowers. Pink cherry, blue gentian, violaceum lavender, from near and far, far extended to the end of the sky. I walk a lonely child, thin along this road, smelling the fragrance of flowers, pour love in the shadow behind the cover of the past. Head is swirling cherry blossoms gorgeous, the hand is quiet and secluded gentian worry, beside the pale lavender gentle melancholy, and I like a butterfly, lost here. Luanhong fly swing to, any act Luo Qing Han, I speak, leaning dangerous queue, Yin thin air.
I have seen the flowers can not remember when, and only vaguely remember the plot of an extension to the horizon brightly colored. Flowers, its beautiful! I like a pilgrimage of people, their devotion to her flowers, eyes closed, hands clasped together, wash and wash his soul. I heard the flowers were smiling, laughing so happy, laughter as sweet as silver bells.
Childhood, a childhood! That I am innocent, that under the dim lights, I stop, that stunning flowers in the rain, I wait for another return.
I walk a lonely child, forget the foot of the thin road, longing for the fragrance of flowers, pour love in the shadow behind the cover of the past.
Breakdown of the rope knot, breakdown of every day, times the shadow map on the wall, thrown a layer of pale yellow, yellow is the old photo is the yellow pages of old books, is engraved with the childhood yellow. Time the footprints left on the wall, leave my childhood at the foot of the stairs, do not come back.
I was a butterfly, lost in the sky, fly quietly.
Who is flying in the wind holding me? This hands are so warm.
Who led me to fly in the rain? This sound is so soft.
Who, who, let me so nostalgic, do not want to fly again?
I was a lost in time in the butterfly, flapping wings good, with a gentle look. Forget the spring flowers, forget the summer tide. I fly, but the sea, can not wait Kuwata, hear the splash splashing spring. In time and memory, I forget the road, deviate from the beacon.
Flowers, the door opened, the ears are long forgotten melody. The wind is blowing to ripple the pond, blowing dance a Fangfei.
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According to the sun gently, Im happy to fly.
Spent drunk, the door to sleep, in the moonlight like a stream flowing. Broken strings, broken song, who to listen to? Standing of trouble, and who then desolate? Star child held out his hand, I strive to fly.
Flower outstanding, the door was shut, kite in the clouds River nostalgia. Zhongshan, drank wine, I look back, but see Yanghwa had a trace. Yan Yan is to go, I wait for the light-hung, but I do not know Qiannian the who, confused fly.
Rain, the murmur of rain, wet doors.
Rain, the murmur of rain, cool flying through the flowers.
Rain humming, the misfortune to scratch the lake, I am unable to fly.
Not nostalgia, not nostalgia, that sleeping Hawthorn. Despite the wind, I could not catch.
I was lost inside a butterfly in the sky, dressed in light of the stars, forget the sad heart. Look on sadly crippled children, look into a full string pull on children, see children hanging in the trees on lonely, look at the situation on children sank into the sea shake. I have zero flow in the sky, the desire to become a true self, the exclusion of the earths hypocritical. Stars can not dispel my sorrow.
The night is always waving to, and quietly leave. Eyes only see the results, see forever in process.
Stars like a flower in full bloom, through the layers of mist. Vaginal cream that lingers late autumn fly, not cover it smile; point Qing Han of no sleep, its clear Tim wiped away. Stars in the sky in bloom, colorful gathering, though not eternal, but also a long time. They are born in peace, died in a brilliant, life bloom.
Like flowers, like wandering stars, the wind and fly. Whereabouts of the sky at the end of the road deviated from the intended direction. Drifting away, drifting away, the angle remains the same, has long been away from the end. Homecoming, there has been a lot of people in the line of sight, fade in a lot of people. I look at the sky, star children still smile. I lost under the stars, who long for a song.
Stars as sad as the flowers, the mind quietly buried. The light mist of tears, stars, confusion of the flower fragrance. Clouding the increase, the air seemed filled with the salty wet, on children also fled into the cloud loopholes. That one day down quietly outside the light, crystal clear, fleeting, like a beautiful smile, like Leilas hurt.
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Sha Yang that pull, that pull Yang Sha, the sky in the water lotus! Stars fade in the dawn came, I went back to lonely.
Rain, Ling Ling rain, melting on the next release of silver sand.
Rain, rain Siping, sparse a blossoming flower.
Rain whisper, fleeting away, drunk by him!
Meteor as small leaf white boat, cut through the month, draw off the flowers.
I was lost in dreams of a butterfly, sank in Liu Xia, waiting for the train has long gone. Miao crystal light which falls on the water, finding the flowers in the waters. Wings wet, is tears of cold, dark. I can not fly, under the stars in the sky to imagine the flowers. Maybe tomorrow, I will become the lakes most beautiful flowers in the blue lake, blue dream of doing. I will dream of golden wings, free to fly with me.
Dream, dream! Time to abandon me, hurried forward; meteor abandoned me, flash went out. I wandered in the intersection, watching the car to drive, what to do. Childhood, childhood will not come back, like cherry rain, beautiful and heartbreaking. Youth of the sun in front of it, is so pale.
A dream, a dream! Forget the season changes, forget the gloomy, basking in the night sky, do not want to wake up. Yulas Street, Yanghwa fly do, miss wet debris touched off the memories of the string. Gentian is still open, on both sides of the Galaxy Railways, as pure and bright as the stars.
Dream, dream! Now know to make real depression, Unspoken, Unspoken, but death does not blame the fall flowers! Either lavender color spread in her hand, so confused in front of. Half-open doors, but I have the courage to push. Guess the doors forever after, lock all yesterday.
Rain, misty rain, I walked holding flowers.
Rain, misty rain, wash away all the flowers.
Rain break, only one place left I spent the War. Blue point on the micro-cheek, is the cream on the strings.
I was a child walking alone along this thin end of the road toward the sky. Miss a surplus sleeve floral, pour love in the shadow behind the cover of the past.
I was a lost butterfly. Staccato strings off, I like Leila sleet; rain bite zero, I can not hear. Shenshen Shen yard dash? Qiaoran silent, empty strands of silver.
Flowers, the rain stopped, the sky is so blue.
Door closed, dark star, the knot is still swayed yellow.
Wake up, broken dreams, and had the fragrance, then no, then no.

I was an ignorant child, the next stop in the dim light, overlooking the sky at the end. I am waiting for flowers, I will not spend to avoid residual.
I was ignorant of a butterfly, struggling in the rain fly, fly horizon. I am looking for flowers, I will not spend to avoid defeat.
Flowers bloom from sometimes. Just to do anything about, Xianting dream, unable to retain, free sigh. I do not need bees and butterflies have, no flowers into honey, offer flowers to fly with the end of heaven.
End of heaven, where there are fragrant mound?
Light a dream fly free, boundless Siyu fine as worry. With no off geese, flying slowly under Ting Zhou.
Do not understand anything is better than something of everything? Ignorant and innocent people are not even happy than wise sage? I do not know, but I think it is.
Good people of the worlds major boring! No dreams, no flowers, no laughter. Adults do not see the wonders of the sky overhead, can not see the stars smile, hear the night sky in the numerous small bells ring the warm wishes. They would rather busy day for the so-called living back and forth, do not want to see the sunset, but complain about life boring. They had hidden the true yourself, but blame other people do not understand themselves.
Big hand little people lost happiness, the pursuit of earthly fame, forgotten once the flowers. They accuse me of all life does not exist in their own imaginary world. I just touch the answer: At least I was doing really own. As a real live and in the world, I have a clear conscience.
Adults do not understand children. Like a child, his life is not elevated, but straightforward to become their own. Night gave me a black eye, I will use it to see the light. Time has given each of us the sun once a day, how many people stop to it?
Live like a child, instead of calling it a ladys dream, but rather that this is a frustrating dream.
People find themselves unable to nightmare!
The flowers bloom in a dream, waiting for geese to my childhood. Why can not grow up on the back? Why is the human can often filled with hypocrisy and numbness? Why can not I shake off the yoke like a child, the wind thousands of miles, rejoin the fragrance?
The flowers bloom in the dream, I am waiting for childhood return. Light golden cage in mind, I follow the memory to find flowers. Time, however, had locked the door, I lost the fleeting Love.
So helpless, so unwilling, but unable to change.
Flower to open, but childhood does not come back. I am overlooking the horizon, stubbornly waiting for doors to open.
Even if never that day.
When will Goodbye flowers? Extends to the distant patch of sky to see the end of the brightly colored, pour love in the shadow behind the cover of the past.
Always miss bloom! Wind mess hair, mixed with the fragrance of flowers.
When to return, when returned? Asked the flower in silence tears, Luanhong to fly swing.
How can we forget, how can we forget? Sad bridge Chun-Bo Green, was a fleeting shadow to photos.
Lost, sentimentally attached to, not to let go … …
So waiting for a dream flowers, butterflies fly, but the sea despite, weak wings dissipated the haze in the earth.
So waiting for a dream flowers, even if the sky lost the goose, the tears of cold saturated with pale gills.
Flowers, the unfinished dream, full of stars.
Whispering, the dream has been to wake up, Star still. Heartbreak, and tears pour choke, do not want to wake up.
I dream to wait for flowers.
So wait, dream flowers … …