Crazy love, quiet, tears, Red Moon

It was a full moon night, standing on the floor, sighing up, the rain last night wet all night's eyes. A ray of wind dance, crazy my fans, my crazy. A trace of cloud Xiaoxiao passed, stole my heart, and stole my feelings. The rain slipped, drunk my fairy, broke my cup. A layer of cold and cold scanning, fly my soul, scattered my soul. One day, I was shocked by my dream and lost my month.

It's also a full moon night. You're following me, I'm holding you, you're holding my waist, And I'm leaning against you. Gently, quietly, listen to the whisper of ye to the flowers, and watch the stars prepare for the moon. The stars smell the warmth of the moon, and the leaves kiss and vomit the flowers. Moon Tao's stars are drunk, and the flowers scatter the joy of the leaves. It's closer, closer ...... My heart sticks to my face, and you hold my shoulder, and I hold your chest. Quiet, for a long time, feel the wind to the cloud silk soft, enjoy the mountains of love for the spring. The mountains are filled with spring's infatuation, And the cloud leads the hope of the wind. Spring thinks about mountains, and the wind hangs on the cloud. It gets farther and farther ........

I really want to go back to the past. At that time, we were probably arguing for a topic for a few days, a few nights, a red ear, a sweat, and a quarrel. Tired of quarreling. Have a rest and have a quarrel. Speechless, stop, talk, continue. In this way, the competition, the quarrel, after a day, the mouth quarreling, the heart of a sweet.

At that time, because of who said funny words, a sentence may be just a word, a word, a smile, tears rogue face. You can smile for more than half a day, with unlimited aftertaste. Usually crazy, just as stupid. Smile, smile, and laugh. Every day, once and again, I laughed at it and felt a bit more fun.

At that time, you told me how miserable you have been saving for many years and how difficult it has been for many years. Every word you say expresses sorrow, injury, sorrow, resentment, sorrow, and sigh, and my heart is sour. Tears filled my eyes and washed my face. When you were injured and miserable, the scenes appeared repeatedly, over and over again, over and over again, and on and over again. In this way, I feel a little more traction.

At that time, we face each other. My smile reflected your curtain, and your smile touched my face. You pay attention to me, and I ask you for warmth. I am the flame of your life, and you are the harbor to avoid the storm in my life. I am your heart, and you are the other side of my heart. Keep this warm, hold this hold, and hold this hope. In this way, I have a read in my heart.

Time flies. I do not know from what time, you have become my day, I have become your month, without your day, my heart is not relaxed, I started to mess up: my annoyance begins to breed, my sorrow begins to sprout, my sorrow begins to grow, and my injury begins to become fluent. And you have no days for me, and you will enjoy the stars and the nightingale. I am looking forward to seeing the dipper, yanda yundun, and the sky falling. Your warmth is getting less and less, and my month is getting worse and worse. One year, one day, I advocate the abuse of silver silk to play in my double happiness, let the tears of thin bully occupy my eyes. My heart is broken. In this way, my heart is tired.

I don't know when you will be my three meals a day. Without you, I began to feel flustered. And I became your cup of wine, salt in the food, I can be more or less, salty or light in your survival, remember it, forget it. My thoughts on you, after the year of the year, have become a soaked skin whip, straight pulling my scars, every whip down makes my heart trembling; my thoughts on you have become a double-edged sword. Every knife is on the top of my heart, and you have heard of it? Every day, I am miserable, and I am perfect. In this way, my heart felt a pain.

I don't know when to start. I'm so crazy, stupid, so I can't remember anything in my mind, so I can't hold anything in my mind, and I can't see anything in my eyes anymore. Ren hongchen is busy, let the sea and the past, nothing more than a dream of South Ke, illusory. Together, scattered, the reason is gone; off, don't, smoke off the cloud; think, read, tears on the moon; tired, hurt, weeping buried red; hurt, sad, and confused. Really good, really good, really good back to the past, who can trust me to who terminal? Who can push me to the beginning?

Crazy love, quiet, tears, Red Moon