Nostalgia for the past, a little heartache from birth

The cold wind blew the withered leaves, passing the time, leaving sorrow and sorrow in this sad city, a memorable memory, as if still in yesterday’s dream wandering, cold tears, whirling eyes, can no longer find the face in the wind.

Wandering in a strange city, encountering the most beautiful in the vast sea of human beings, destined a lifelong attachment. Happy director started the play, but I played a lonely role. The pledge of love that had been promised in the story has disappeared. At the end of the song, we only have to say goodbye.

In the world of disturbance, there is always a trace of sentiment, enrich the scenery of life, there is always a trace of affection, lingering the vicissitudes of lead. Remembering the tenderness once was my heartbreak, my sorrow.

I buried the past with grief, and the pain that could not be hidden was always so clear. Remembrance of the reluctance to part, will look forward to the romantic stranded, the wind drifting oath, but also can not find the original bearing of the traces of the world.

Looking at the lonely moon in the sky, incomplete beauty, a little blurred. Sigh, in this sleepless quiet night, leaving countless desolation. Every bit of the past is gradually settling in sad memories.

The road of love is always bumpy. You leave, I use deep concern, instead of silence, you come back, I use a smile instead of deep miss. But I didn’t know that you could understand the dependence of your heart.

Time passes by, and time leaves fragrance. All the fragments of the story have been settled. They have compiled the romance of promises. They have also made the most beautiful marks in each other’s hearts. They have weaved the happiness of lies. But they are my eternal nightmares of heartache.

After years of flowing water, watched the blossoming snow moon, there was a period of time, made a warm dream, there was a