Under the night, that gorgeous exile

The wind and rain are changeable, the world of mortals is like smoke, and a gorgeous exile encompasses all memories. Gently, singing the fleeting years …… [inscription] the moonlight like water deposits all thoughts, quietly flowing in this night, the lingering feelings, strands, thousands of times, filled with thin winter, let me stand in ice and snow but never feel cold, silent, but no longer sad. I don’t know if this thousand-knot soft-hearted, intoxicated with me, will it warm you? In a flash, 2011 is about to become the past. Think about the 365 days you have accompanied me along the way, with separation, sorrow and joy, tears and laughter, which will turn into the most gorgeous scenery in the fleeting time, forever swaying in the time and space that belongs to us, we will not forget or be indifferent. Although most of the time, we have to choose to leave and let our missing gallop endlessly in countless dark nights like this. Think more, you can stay by your side, breathe with your heartbeat, think more, snuggle up on your shoulder, and then walk through the bleak autumn, think more, that heart-to-heart communication, nothing need to say more, A look in each other’s eyes, you know, I know, think more …… looking at the past years, many of the past will be indifferent with time, many will be selectively forgotten, and I, carefully bind all your warmth and care into a book, stack them neatly beside my pillow, accompany me and fall asleep quietly at night. The flowers fly in the dream, the whispers are shallow, sleep in the smile, wake up in the dawn, just to rush to, the contract on the bank of the heart, no longer let you lonely and sad …… time flies like an arrow, the little memory is the imprint on the wall of running years, which affects every meridian of mine. And tonight, I exiled them smartly. This is a gorgeous feast, like fireworks blooming, dispelling the coolness of the night, giving the world colorful and warm soul. Even the moment like epiphyllum will stay forever …… because this life is destined to sing the fleeting time with you. Although in love, there will be heartache……

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