Acacia butterfly love into a song
Wind, the rain also shanshan, sitting in the Things to do in Hong Kong corner of the years, looked at the stars of yesterday, dilute dilute spots scattered in month clear autumn, swaying cold empty, enron's awake.
A standard set of massiness, be their red thin cord binding into a deep miss. "Butterfly love" sad river, listen, a sad piece of music is how much loving heart, smoke water mae countless waiting. So in a quiet night, let the music filled the room, sit in front of the screen Travel Hong Kong alone tears, imperceptible in, I become the butterfly is flying, will theemotions to pour out, since the abdominal cocoon.
Both LangYuan fairy yuan and jewels and flawless, whether it is dancing butterfly threesome, or geese solitary. Even if I did not meet him, this life suddenly look back, the lights decayed, will meet him.
Life, is given. We and line and treasure: each met a traveler, is a kind of happiness, every time looking back is a the most beautiful. Ah, we cherish it, we go. In the time of the light and shadow, ChengShiFu light, a wake, love me, for my heart sorrow, abandon me, for what I'm seeking?
Like, acacia butterfly love into a song. In purple turbulent, writing by hand my heart, let the light lonely, empty and cold. I regret, barren desert. Write down the Virtual Desktop words one acacia, festivals we read, write in your hand, and the pain in my heart. Short chapter, a few words scrawled words, depict the full of loneliness and sorrow.