The summer bird flies to my window and flies again

Autumn leaves can't sing, so they have to sigh

The people of the world have uncovered a huge face.

It was a little song, a small but eternal kiss.

The tears of his smile are youthful and immodest.

The infinite desert begged for the love of a piece of green grass, and it shook its head and smiled.

If the sun passes, the words of your tears will be lost.

The death of the dance, the song of the sand, the flow of the sand is sandwiched between the collapse of the lameness, the soul of the dream of his feelings.

I have dreams that the audience doesn't know. I woke up, and I didn't know it was love.

My heart is quietly in the forest of dusk silence.

A little invisible finger and so on, slightly lazy, lazy bear, now my heart with the sound of rustling and playing

What does the sea and Qing say?

"This is a constant doubt.

What does the heavens and you answer?

"Eternal silence. ”。 ”

Listen to my heart, listen to it, and then his love will also.

Author: The darkness of the secret night _ _ _ _ The phantom of the great knowledge of the fog.

The wall of unspeakable sits its lover on a high place.

I sat this morning on the "world" of the people and waited for the time being, and my heart passed for a while.

The rustling sound of this micro meal is the happy micro semantics of my heart.

I can't see the son of Junshi, but I see your shadow.

I can't choose the good and choose me.

The figure on its back was cast in front of it. The rest of the survivors are eternally different.

I have a voice, a voice in its rainstorm, who are you??

I'm just for the flowers.

The rest of the things that belong to the former.

The first son of the man, his power, his power is made of it.

God thanked him for it, and the flowers of his flowers, the sun and the earth.

Like the naked son of light playing in the green, those who don't know it are the deception of the Tibetan people.

It is said that your beauty loves to find women, and you are looking for the mirror for you.

My heart stirred up the sea of the "world" and wrote his words: "I love you".

Yuexi, what are you waiting for?

I salute him on the day he sits.

Like the sound of my mouth, the voice of thought in the silent place.

God is also very much in his own direction.

The world of life is also the right to seek its straightness with love.

The river of this river is said to be old.

The bird wishes the bird to be like a bird.

Waterfall Waga: I am the Song of Ease. ”。 ”

This peace of mind is beyond words.

The lesser needs to be never remembered.

When women are at home, the king's siblings and singers sing mountains and rocks.

When the sun passes through the Western Sea, the East makes the last salute.

If you don't eat for yourself, don't blame you for eating.

You're laughing at me a little bit, and I'm going to treat it like this.

"The world" thought that the strings of his heart were going up, and he played a depressed voice in the past.

Xie Jun, God is not the wheel of power, but the next life.

The tip of the heart is not tolerant and stubborn.

When the day is over, take the boat on the beach and listen to the dance music of the twilight tide.

My life, the genius of heaven can live and die.

Peacocks and feathers are worried.

All are not afraid of the moment _ _ _ _ The sound of eternity is like a song.

"End" of love, with the decoration of beauty.

God says to man