Fallen leaves in a clean-up of the remnants of summer, I can not see the rise of Nebula, where very dark, but I tried to lift their eyes, because I have relatives there.
The Hong Yanfei have thoughts home, I have not been able to say one more thing to them, because it's wings and fly me some frustration, I have to struggle to letters thrown high, because that was my childhood paradise.
In the autumn, do not want to just blow in from the north because of the high pavilion has been cold enough, afraid of you who can not resist the coat.
thinking of the lake can retain Piaoyun, I write every day of the above, to show you my happiness again.
removal of a chrysanthemum, on his chest, the heart is hoped that with the arrival of the express train in front of you.
up a basket of corn, so that over the Qunniao see, as they will be communicated to you, I grew up.
think again Qianqi your hands covered with calluses, in my face almost touching, I deeply feel for you all the time, I deeply love.
shoulder position has been left for you so that you are proud of this place after work to enjoy the beauty of using the power of this young you up for a sunset sky.
but at this time, I just quietly in the bell sounded the dawn of that moment, close your eyes and imagine the frustration, because you have been in the footsteps of step.
I love the people, ah, do not worry, because here the sky is always lit, is here for you to open up a new home, inaccessible light will illuminate your way home, I also figure you will always look forward to come back at any time.