彎彎的月兒

is too soft, love to no words, still willing.
Just drink a cup of moonlight, how can I not think of you again? The night sky is gray, Weiyang, hanging a few thin Lengyue silent silent star, shadow outline of the residual light foreshadowing, portray the bitter about to speak, but saying nothing. Come on, a man, to drink the world in the vast, to continue the afterlife is not sad1 Mom Is Using MaternityLeave to Travelthe World WithHer Family。 .
On the other side of the world, my thoughts, my time magnified in a finger of the year, faint dye soul fragrance. If one blossoming is pure and elegant, it is filled with the wet mist of the river. For example, the end of the world, I only need to borrow a thousand miles from the moon to send a best blessing, for you... I don't speak in the sentimental alley. In a small shallow with soft mind strokes. The word, like a gentle song, the dream of youth is beautiful.
More thought, full investment, life delivered in your fear, negative time, negative heart. In a dream, is that the flowers that bloom, a vagrant soul dizzy cool moonlight. Slowly and wait for it, so I put love into a cup of wine brewing, and passionately devoted to.
Quiet life, quiet love. Cool time Tian Tian faint, a random intercept, will be in the sweet play a sweet and melodious finger, slowly drifting to your direction...... I hide in the old time, mellow fragrance, you've been buried in my reading. Mu a flower to think of you, a color of white, scattered pure wine fragrance. As I read, you return, but no period......
The brow, a colorful tree is falling, the wind on earth. "No matter how it's going to end, at least we've been together." The familiar old song, winding up the story of that year and listening carefully, is the whisper of the time and the soul. The floating melodies, fragrant in the moonlight, the past reverberated in the moonlight.
If I feel this time in the charm? Wait for the breeze moon, subtle as the freely flowing style of writing in the past?
A meeting, a warm and charming fragrance. Although today, we are different. At least, there's one of you in the memory... When I departed, Yang; now I think, the snow away, ushered in the spring, summer, but I can't walk out of the past. Look at the white moonlight in front of the window, and see what you look like. Your warm smile is shaking in the wind in front of the window...