The cycle, when several circulation, let me in this summer's breeze writing your appearance, stored in my years of youth. Yesterday was a day of with countless touched me deeply joined, staring at your eyes, tomorrow is to use warm a blue skies, piece walked towards me your back. I know the east horizon have our common dream, we go find a future happiness.
I stood in the microwave, jianxi river suddenly remembered you yesterday's eyes -- sad sad, what makes you like a poem, a sentimental and what makes you as stone, a strong and courageous. There is no spring place! You but persistent looking at distance. March winds brought my thoughts, now you can receive. In spring I wrote a miss is a bitter happiness, and today, I also began to use the time to measure the depth of missing. My feet are jianxi river, my eyes were a tear river, whether you side there is a river, jianxi river once flowed, whether your heart felt warm, that is my tears rolled down.
Many, many times I accidentally put you remember in choking, shout out your name, the yearning for knocked him awake in the emotion, sleep after the brief surge of relative calm, but now I sit may breeze portrayed in that moment of warmth. Yesterday you said you want to watch that journey, came back to his hometown of mountains and YouCaiHua, today you cried, hometown YouCaiHua open defeated and mother's smiling old, I say, one day in the future we will also old, just wish all of the present is good. YouCaiHua, that's childhood cannot erase the memory of her mother, that is, to use lifetime to waiting for commitment. Travel days, because mothers gaze upon let us feel warm and steadfast. The old appearance took years, need our hearts, frost to warmth.
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