In this world, each of us is only the traveler of time, can the posture of a flower, the beauty of the watch years, the eternal extension of poetry? You carry charming autumn, standing in the blue shore, water color sky, hazy into a light ink painting, without fear of wind and rain, without fear of danger, a kind of flying mood spread wings and come, fade clear frost, dissipate mist, slightly show handsome eyebrows, flowers on the stranger such as brocade. Only love such a season, Qingfen Gan chill, just like an autumn chrysanthemum, quietly rooted in my heart, it is a kind of what kind of spirit, broad, colorful? ! The United States from the soul of the noble, the United States from the true love of the chi must, the United States from the kind forgiveness, the United States from the nature of pure! Weak water three thousand only take a ladle, your beautiful song over the road degree Qian, straight to my ear drum heart membrane…… … I am not an angel, you are my only, listen to high mountains and flowing water, kiss the breeze and bright moon, let me keep the dream of a curtain, a poem, a cup of moonlight, drunk do not wake up, let the colorful brocade, weave the cloud sang that belongs to you and me, embroider the most precious scenery of life, also may not be worth this life. Across the transparent time, gently pluck the strings tender. Such as song rain of thoughts, stretch for you, the charm like clouds. Carve your name into your palm, brew a beautiful love song with colorful dream, dream center is the moving story that you play for me. Heart empty clear, whispering. Deep dream, into the sweet peach land, diffuse a dike of green yarn, that a cut of acacia, tipsy tipsy osmanthus, full of strong feelings overflow flow, with the color of the Danqing brocade, draw pastoral poetry map, stationed in the heart, accompanied by life. Slowly close the eyes, quietly as the music tender circulation, a deep valley of the dream Yi mountains forget myself and from vulgar, the heart is intoxicated in the top of the clouds, writing a you have me, only you my hope in the clouds between the living love, sing a song the end of time of water. Skui a bunch of gentle falling into the fingertips, riverside Yiyi willows, butterflies play, such as the grass, we depend on each other and habitat, such as the fire of the maple forest, the endless coast, the flying flowers in the waves, the flow of white clouds, which is not the hope of our dream, the flow of love, the interpretation of gorgeous. Stars, Sings are the interpretation of the truth, into a dream of care, forever expectation, the continuously warmth like a river, filling the heart, and such as a piece of shade, a navigation lamp, silently with me, the precipitation, is the rainbow in the sky? ! You step on the moon and return, stretch your wings, melodious ground to swing the graceful Li song, affectionately call me, embrace the gentle orchid, send a picture of spring scenery, let a lead the ice melt, hold up the romance of autumn, the secular vision is thrown into the clouds, clever dream at this moment joy. Then, a faint smile spread…
