Maple and Cato

Maple and Cato

On that day's kiss, maple is orange, and the Cato of the Cato bar is bitter and reluctant. Without expression, the heart is as sour as ever. Drops of tears, if the seeds of love, today, it should sprout.

However, let me look for it carefully. I searched for every brown rock and did not find any trace of my love. In this way, the wind is scattered. What disappears is the love you and I used to lose in the long river of time. This is exactly the case! An infinite heartbroken.

Tonight, I miss you in the Silk Road literature, in the night breeze of qingther. You carry the stone bridge that I 've traveled, and I 've been walking through it all over the world. Where are your footprints? Where are my tears? The reflection in the water is only me! Me! Tears slide, not to the foot of the slate, has been blown away by the wind! No trace! That day, our tears flew to the sky like this? Are they flying together? Or have you ever been in the wind?

The beauty of the West pond, the original can be so cool, cool like the frost in the cold wind, slightly transparent, crystal shining, but not to be resolved amazing, just like my tears, just like your kiss. The West pond is still beautiful, but you and I will not come together.

What about you? Are you still saving me in your heart? In your soft heart, what kind of me is there? Is it laughter? Or weep? Is it with me in the night view of the West pond? Is it me under the orange light? Or am I suffering from tears? Daiyu can bury flowers, so let me use this soft breeze to bury my tears in this pond.