Things spring, endless flow of good and bad

Things spring, endless flow of good and bad.

By Xuan and Wang, enough sorrow to see Joan months.

Tears spring, sad smile, Nianhua sigh and asked: Iraqis face ever change?

Ups and downs, floating lifeless, feeling alone and desolate; desolately Cancan, Can Can desolately, solitary person on the lonely.

Described by sadness, covered with tears, eyes deep Acacia, Wang Chuan the Autumn. Summary report of the flowers, over the wall, so that the pedestrians, stop the runaway, who does not dream of her fragrance, but not the same concentration of light fills the full House of Fallen flowers stung his eyes, like her come and go , are just a passing!

Things Spring, streaks of fragrance remaining in the land?

The sky, count the raindrops falling, the black color of the memories, what to remember? The story of the wind blowing, and how much by the wind and rain from? Linlin disorderly diary, who is going to order? Point of a cigarette, cigarette burns to the past, the tears wet the bud, through the memory of black and white, is homing to you? Thousands of water, separated by the number of reincarnation? Worries of a paper, how to send in the past?

Things spring, a few happy memories printed?

Always like to use a melody, rendering their chanel sunglass Spring and Autumn, the flowers fall for the land, let the sun burn the face of this insolent, extinguished the flame of the hearts, hands on reduced foreign land cover miserable, crushed the hearts of Nama was the gentle, Durian left to curl in the clouds blew sadness, a taste of competition since the summer of a lonely man.

Things spring, fall into a setting sun a few degrees War?

Ups and downs, desolately Cancan, but competition from the free and easy laugh water of life take flight, not knowing, into the War of Love, into tears of youth, will be Yisa square, green tender green shadow, proudly branches, telling the life of the sun , fringed flowers, how to escape a sadness over the chatter, random ink marks, after all, can not write frustrated lonely.

Things Spring and Autumn, pen sad how exhausting?

Bowed to the grass at the foot of a chin curtain, smell the tiffanyco925 sterling silver earrings e58
fragrance of thin, clasped the hands of a means desolation, but unable to let go. Eventually moved into the heart, rouge, can you tell me, passing scenery, even a dream, whether there are traces of me? Memories go quietly decadent, can dry my tears? Gradually sinking sun, can also illuminate the hearts of more than shadow?

Things spring, the number of melancholy in my heart?

Past can not afford to dream Cui, Lin random words, how is worth a heart of sadness?

Twist a fly, dispersed hearts love and hate

James refers to the flow of a smell, shed all past and bad.

Things spring, endless flow of good and bad.