Dusk, I walked through the long corridor, a person go find what forget, but how all can't remember. So I just in the hallway for a long time.
Until cool wind grew up, I had the memory with you bit by bit, the original in a distant memory of a pieces, you smile like the stars shining face, in the fall season jacaranda seems fallen fairy.
Today, or spin if dance dusk of the evening. Has gone figure, however, had a mottled memories to tell sad, what's the use?
Why didn't keep holding your hand at that time to derive the warmth? Now remaining fading, my hand had to stick close chest cold. At the time when you took my face staring at the said to deep into the heart, but I will. I don't have a good love you, not sure you cherish you.
Prowl just in front of me easily cross the past, you just easily over I built high fence, natural and unrestrained leave. I stood there helpless, under the convulsion and Qiao chu despair, only in the dream to you. But to no avail, became my most detestable.
Plant full jacaranda trees stand on both sides of the corridor, purple flower swirl. And you together, is sweet. At enmity with you together, shake off all the warmth, desolate congestion.
You have to go, go to the sky baiyun northern nomadic. So shall the station. We didn't cry. You arm around my shoulder and say goodbye. Black and white cut eyes as produced water. You go, I use "to the best of the evening sun" to set off the sad.
You weren't in the side day, I began to learn to wait. Waiting for your return, tread the QiongYin dusk; Waiting for my hair flowing into banner. Wait I can say that my long hair and waist,
HKUE ENG and you said, marry me?
At this point for a number, not see you.
Evening or at the beginning of the evening, falling jacaranda, cool wind, rust colored clouds... But I,
culturelle tuck to numb, here you are at the end of the world.
I was still in situ. When waiting to forget, finally can deep memory after engraved, but by accident in a similar dusk of the evening,
culturelle and you remember. Back to the origin. I always can't afford to grace for you, all the mess.
Ha ha.
"No matter what, please let me in the wilderness in time, looking for me the time of the old city, in my humble youth, wait for flowers blossom." Always feel like words, scars in the stamp. So silent sad,
dream beauty pro hard sell quiet expectation.
This evening, I walked through the long corridors, found to forget what a person walk.
Then I think of you smile like the stars shining in the face.
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