Acacia tears

The winter is cold and the flowers are broken. Hualing jade girl several spring and autumn, how many deep love tears. I’m cold, ink is broken. Infatuation of ancient rhyme and poetry, coagulation is years old.

In the past, the old moonlight wrapped up and drifted away, and lost in the warm wind. In such a season, I began to quietly write down some happy days, full of happiness, lingering in my heart, full of brocade. The sound of the pre-announcement sounded like the sadness of midnight splashing in my wet eyes.

The bustling world, the thoughts on the other side have wetted a few eyes, and the story of a lot of water lingering in the tears of Acacia. In this life, I am willing to compose a love song for you. As you said, you will sing this song for a lifetime. So, I crouched in the world of fairy tales, letting each weave each note into our perfect home. Even if you are far away, my warm tentacles will cross strange distances and feel the moment of your heart.

If you cry, my notes are sad! If you are happy, my notes are cheerful and deep!

When the hustle and bustle of the hustle and bustle of the string sound, I seem to find the trace of your stranded in the water of the memory, a raging rain, a red linoleum umbrella, a short skirt. The green gauze of the years can't cover your beauty, and the long lines of each other make me tears.

I also want to wake up in a dream, the world has changed the world, you are laughing, the wind is singing beside you, the sun is like a fresh rain, bathing my thoughts with dust. I didn't touch your breath, I read the warmth in your twilight.

Just because love is ridiculous for a long time in the world of dreams, deep love has also been stranded with shallow sadness.

Time is like snow, covering a stream of light, sing a roll of charming and deep, sing a thousand love songs, if you can, I only need a drop of tears of Acacia, I am willing to kneel in this tear, deep The condensate smile.

Fifth grade: happy cute princess