That year, that month, that time

Quiet night, the most suitable for missing, the wind, with your whisper in the ear, rolling in the world, after passing to know that the world is just like a chess game.

Black and white stars can not play the legend we want, looking back on the past, suddenly like a dream, so far apart, how can we hug each other?

Once, so much care, but it was finally formed into the cinnabar in the heart. Treasure, no matter how deep, but no longer dare to touch easily.

Quiet night, I do not want to cry, I just want to have you in the time of silence, love.

Across the screen, quietly staring, turn around moment, give the eyes a warm look, if you can, and then give the heart a warm hug.

Do you know? In my heart, you are my forever only like the first sight! Never forget, just accustomed to missing silently, even though it hurts my heart.

Quiet night, write a note of heart to send you, irrelevant, unforgettable, but suddenly found that the gradually distant figure, full of lonely loneliness, if you like, why continue a person's wandering?

That year, that month, that time, still blooming wantonly, but left me to listen alone. A string of clear sounds, curling the old whispers, a piece of heart words, full of yesterday's love.

Tonight, let me, shallow ink painting, fleeting years of broken thoughts, sent to you!

Quiet night, I gently dance a person's Qinghuan, I will not tell you, I once had how eager, how eager! However, I want to tell you that that year, the red beans we planted together have long been full of red fruits and tears full of Acacia.

Thoughts, such as tide, speechless, tears flow first, but I also want to tell you that no matter how far time goes, your smile is still the warmth of my heart.