Writing fleeting time, is another please tomorrow, do not want to open the memories hidden in the depths of my heart, the Jinse years that season passed together, today, you still walk into my mind, can not forget the past, hobbled on the path in Taolin, a handful of deep yellow chrysanthemums full of my deep thoughts of you, but I do not know where to put it?
All over the mountains, peach blossoms are still the same, I clearly remember that the season of peach blossoms, full of peach blossoms contending for fragrance, against the brilliant sun, mixed with the touch of the wind, the fragrance of flowers, you and I walk hand in hand in the depths of the peach forest, feeling the romance never seen before, the money laughter at that time hit my heart, tears, inadvertently, such as sand, dyed red 3000 peach blossoms.
Miss you, not measured by time; miss you, every place I walk through; miss you, at the moment of doing something; miss you, at the moment of opening my eyes; miss you, my heart is always as warm as spring; miss you, knowing that I can no longer see each other in this life, I still continue to fall in love as always, always fantasize about the emergence of miracles, realize that obsession in my heart; always look up and see your smile like flowers Always fantasize about looking back, you are in the dim lights, full of warmth like me, but the cruelty of reality finally pulled me back, a romantic love, leaving a person waiting in place.
I know that the lost love has drifted away forever.
Everything is always so beautiful; everything is always so happy; everything is always so happy. But, all this, is always so short, at this moment, I would rather freeze at that moment, no longer move forward, just to be with you.
Peach blossoms fall, the dream is broken, the soul is broken.
Farewell days, all the way, engraved with immortal thoughts, but can not resist the withering feelings in the flowers, how can we return to the splendor of the past? The dream of true love is flying in the peach blossom, and the ruined time can only be rendered with thick ink.
Dressed in a blue cloth shirt, full of missing steps, in the peach blossom, the remaining memory, is still struggling to pursue.
The floating lights on the other side, shrouded in the dust of the world, accompanied by the passing of peach blossoms, but not waiting for the reincarnation of life.
Bitter thousands of years of love, through the bitter tip of the pen sealed, would like to re-repair thousands of years in search of confusion, suddenly look back, do not stay alone, three thousand prosperity has been done, but I am waiting on the other side. Under the peach blossom tree, a teardrop, a world love, Junyan for you are not old.
You are gone, but my heart is still there.
In this life, maybe I never give up in my dream.
The world goes up and down, but I wish you were safe in heaven.
Author: Luo Moran QQ630968160
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