Would like to be a fallen flower, low to the dust for you

The night is full of war, miss you the night is very long. A pair of sleepless eyes, staring out of the window at the starlight shining all over the sky, my affection drained with the moonlight, hazy memories hazy night; falling flowers all over the ground, miss you always so sad.

Why, this life to meet you, I am a woman walking on the edge of fantasy, like endless dreams; like to pick a remnant flower to think of autumn. Why, I want to meet you in this life, when I don't have you, I am chic and carefree; when I don't have you, I pay my troubles to the water; when I don't have you, I never lose my head for love.

I remember that on that day, the tip of my pen inadvertently fell on the dream with you. Ink fragrance, quietly elegant your smile, your shadow does not have to look at each other across the mountain; looking for you, is in my eyes.

A paper silhouette, sighing the years. On this evening, why did you stop to take a picture in my dream? General Acacia, drunk on the moon, but can not cut the candle in the west window. Gazing into the distance, your back drives down the clear tears of the two lakes, and the dream you can see faintly.

You have walked in the day, but lost in the night, leaving the sky lonely. Bitter Acacia, haggard sad eyebrows. Now, the memory of acquaintance pervades the vicissitudes of the past and touches my infatuated eyes. I don't know: for whom have you dyed the beacon of blurring all your life, why are you so at a loss to me?

A night of wind and rain, broken leaves, residual flowers; messy scenery messy mood. For you, I would like to be a fallen flower as low as the dust. Like to listen to your misty footsteps, like to interpret the amorous feelings of your walk. If one day you no longer pass by, how can I call and shout? That's why you look back.

I am a stranger in Tianya, but I can meet you. When did you ever? Planted a piece of cinnabar in my eyes, so that I can only see your perfection? The world of mortals is long, I am willing to wait for the flowers to bloom in your heart, and I am also willing to write love poems for you all my life, leaving tears moved by your soul with the tip of the pen.

When the moon is full, will you miss me? I just want to stand on the pavilion with you to see the vast night, so that you keep making me laugh. Do you know? If I can't see your eyes, I'll cry. Why are you so hopelessly bad? You know very well: it's just a moment, but why? To light the fire of love in my heart. It's been a long night, is that what you want me to think of you? I'm really afraid that one day, your shadow will disappear in the candlelight I miss.

Such a night, only the wind, but can not smell your warm breath. Such a mood is like a moth putting out a fire in the dark. Who? Ferry my dust fate, let me and you just met, but hurriedly lost in that misty Acacia ferry. Do you still love me? Love me, I would like to be a fallen flower, for you low to the dust.

Author: the world of mortals is like a dream