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Night flowers, full of stars, I did not read carefully.
now spent residue, Star still, I am repentant.
Yin thin wind, rain dance elegant, red, the scent off.
lost, nostalgic, I'm in a dream waiting to bloom. - Inscription

suddenly began to miss the flowers. Cherry pink, blue gentian, Jinse of lavender, from near and far, extended to the far end of the sky. I was a child walking alone along the way this thin, sniffing the fragrance of flowers, pour love in the shadows behind the cover of the past. Gorgeous head is swirling cherry blossoms, the quiet hand is quiet concern gentian, pale beside a gentle lavender worry, I'm like a butterfly, lost here. Luanhong fly swing to, any Romley Qing Han, I speak, leaning queue dangerous, Yin thin air.

can not remember when I've seen the flowers, and only vaguely remember that piece extending to the horizon of the brightly colored. So beautiful flowers! I like pilgrims, devout to her flowers are, close your eyes, hands clasped together, wash wash his own soul. I heard the flowers were smiling, laughing so much fun and laughter as sweet as silver bells.

childhood, my childhood! I tender that, that under the dim lights, I stop, the amazing flowers in the rain, I wait once again return.

I was a child walking alone, forget the foot of the thin road, longing for the fragrance of flowers, pour love in the shadows behind the cover of the past.

breakdown of the rope knot, counting every day, the time of the shadow on the wall, float to the surface layer of pale yellow, yellow is the old photo is the yellow pages books, childhood is engraved with the yellow. Time footprints left in the wall of my childhood at the foot of the stairs to stay, will not come back.

I was a butterfly, lost in the sky, fly quietly.

who took me flying in the wind? This hands are so warm.

who took me flying in the rain? This voice is so light.

who who make me so nostalgic, do not want to fly again?

I was getting lost in the time of a butterfly flapping its wings good,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with a gentle look. Forget the flowers of spring, forget the summer tide. I fly, but the sea and wait for a mulberry, hear spring splash splash. In time and memory, I forget the road, deviate from the beacon.

blossoms, the door opened, the ears are long forgotten melody. Blowing in the Wind, a pond ripple, blowin a Fangfei. The sun gently warming, I'm happy to fly.

spent drunk, the door to sleep, in the moonlight like a flowing stream. Broken strings, broken song, who to listen to? Standing of trouble, and who with so desolate? Star child held out his hand, I struggled to fly.

outstanding flowers, the door was shut, the banks reluctant to kite in the clouds. Zhongshan drank wine, I look back, but see Yanghwa over shadowless. Yan Yan is to go, I wait for light hung, but I do not know Qiannian the who, lost to fly.

rain, gurgling of the rain, wet doors.

rain, gurgling of the rain, cool, the flowers fly.

rain humming, the misfortune to scratch the lake, I am unable to fly.

not nostalgia, not nostalgia, that sleeping in the lotus pond. Despite the wind, I could not catch.