A lovesickness song, a love of butterfly

The years are ruthless, and there will always be some scars left. I always think that many days will always be remembered. However, with the weathering of the old tiles on the wall, those dark fragments will fly like dust and smoke. Therefore, looking for spring flowers with quiet and warm heart, you are the most beautiful meeting around my corner, and I will treasure it all my life! ——– Drops of ink into roses that hurt Valentine’s Day, gorgeous and dazzling, hanging in the heart, glittering with your eyes, I saw a persistent. Is it the seed planted by Angels? Let the flowers of love bloom for romantic and cozy, and let the strings of missing draw out the plain sounds of nature. The sunshine is so warm, just like your concern, so that your heart is no longer cold. Maybe I can’t remember without the agreement of a previous life, but in this life, I met you in the season of gardenia, with warmth on my body. Your smile is so familiar, my shallow dimples were filled with lovesickness, drunk with a love Shiyu. The fragrance of flowers is filled with love, and there will be a lasting fragrance in my heart. I am willing to share it with you in the red dust years. The winds of the four seasons are full of different tastes. No matter it is cold or warm, there will always be Wang Qingquan in your heart reflecting your affectionate eyes. The moments of heart will be fixed as warm pictures. I cherish them with my heart forever, that sentence I love you lengthens the strings in the flow of time and will never break for a lifetime. Looking at the chapters that life is not gorgeous, with you, you will have the most perfect opening. You are a sentimental man, Xiaguang shawl, you come on a boat, the chanting poem moves mountains and rivers, the sound echoes with you, looking at your gentle eyes, I was rhyme Red my face by your aura, and the sound of looking quietly and missing echoed. I don’t want to wait alone for too long, afraid that there is no direction and your steps are gradual. I know that you have entered my heart window. Life is very short, but the love I expect is very long. I just want to join hands with you forever. There is no romance under the spring and moon. Only the flowing lingering lines of poetry sing between notes. You said that you don’t care about the day and night, as long as you really have it, love has no distance, and the world is only at hand. Stroke a ray of old red line, pull a red lovesickness button embroidered on your chest, no matter how far away, you can hear your heartbeat, there is the most real voice of love. Love is beautiful, fascinating and yearning. I have no choice but to separate too much and get together too little. I stand as an eternal gesture to wait for you and watch you. You are my warm sunshine every day, the heart is here, not good at words, draw a circle, is our future, our world. I like to dream, because there is your figure in every dream. You are the XINGX waiting in front of my window, blinking my eyes for me; You are the wind through the curtain, gently brushed the hair in front of my forehead and looked at my sleeping smile; You live in my heart, which is the warmth I keep alone. You are in my dream, which is my constant miss. To the gorgeous rose, I said with the truest heart: It’s great to have you in this life! Meet, is a tree blooming, many sweet stories filled with fragrance, give the years a hug, let me step on your feet in the frustrated corner, thank God we didn’t rub shoulders, I remember your charming smile. You said that you waited thousands of times just to wait for one person, sitting in the rattan chair of the years, shaking slowly together and getting old together. I believe it, I just wait quietly, waiting to join hands with the old world. Happiness is an angel. She didn’t want me to be alone. She came to me so gently. The loneliness behind her was forgotten. Inside the window, there were tender feelings. I was waiting for you to pick up a pen and draw eyebrows for me, like the moon, happiness is so red and squinting. Hand in hand, together, white head, two figures on a road until the end of the years, I believe that the wrinkled face will surely open the roses of the past, and the fragrance of this life will open in your heart and mine. Love is a clear spring. Your gentle fingertip fluctuates and attracts people’s heartstrings. It is so Lingering. My heart cannot hide deep feelings, even if love fades with time, even if it is covered with the dust of the years, it is still pure and clear, and I love you as early as before. I firmly believe that no matter how far the journey is, no matter how heavy the wind and rain are, I will hold your warm hand and walk with my eyes closed. If we could stay in the place of time, we would sit together and listen to the stories that never grow old, watch the sunrise and sunset, listen to each other’s heart songs, and grow old slowly. Today is Valentine’s Day, Roses open in my heart, play a lovesickness song, write down a love of butterfly, we are a love myth, this life is with you warm city, love is the home of the wind, flowers, snow and moon, in this life, we are bound to the end of the world. The graceful mood gurgled all over the ground. Looking back, there are many kinds of customs and feelings, one by one, winding the two earthly hearts, no one can escape, like a passing year, we are drunk with the red dust, don’t complain. Full of Love is in my heart, and the words are lingering. However, the words are too shallow to write the feelings of missing. There are tissue paper pieces. The message has a thousand charm, and the heart is connected. I believe you understand. There are roses in my heart, holding flowers smiles, romantic colors, and wishes for the years; I have walked far and far away alone in my life. This Valentine’s Day, angels learn from me, I will give you the future to keep, you are the tomorrow outlined by red ink. Phoenix mountain spring outing

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