Spring, it should be spring. All things are awake, but also you live Flanagan branches, which can be delicate willow can also be brilliant flowers, germinating slowly hit the affair. Sleeping in your dreams of the 1000 white, the thought of flying wings.
Pupa, tied an entire season. Kashin-Beck began to sing. Listen Oh, murmuring of streams Tiaola mountain stream. Listen Oh, bringing a moonlight speckled night sky. This is the pre-dawn bud, and no one would like a pair of ribs of Health can be flying wings, catch on, go and streams with the voyage. I saw you, hidden in the rocks, after years hidden in the depths of the beautiful to listen to a chapter of The Butterfly Effect.
Where to start, where to begin, in order to grow a pair of beautiful wings? Pupa chaos does not bring your desire to re-bound.
The first is face. Every wake up in the spring of things, we need a beautiful face. You touched upon painting, eyes like Qing-hong; you draw on the eyebrow, eyebrows as far Dai; you light sip lips, it is parched, it may be, and Chun Lu made a passionate kiss. No one can see you have the face of mystery, in all not a clear outline, before it was only just a small piece of elegance of the blank.
You stretch the hands and feet, soft white skin with water as a transparent selection. Colors may not be important, when the sun is not open, then the beautiful colors seem so hollow. You pull out your hand, Li-li 3000 black hair, hair Rupu, set off a month, bringing a. Kneading a kneading the Millennium a dream sleeping eyes, and then not so new people may feel tender affection for the confusion. I reach out and extend the arm in the spring, in order to block what you moonlight soaked the raw cold. I know that your weak there is no reason, merely to allow sideways, but after the teenager, full of longing.
Well, that\'s it. Weave in the moonlight on the Sha Zhang li Butterfly Effect, let me wait tonight after the realization of the Millennium - Shouhou you, from the moment refused to light.
Smart tentacles, to test the forward direction. In the whirling of the liuyin under, or next to a tender and beautiful of the flower, listen to the voices of the night such as water submerged. Peel, peel. Each time followed by stripping all people heartache. Pupa. Too many thoughts in this cocoon wrap wrapped around clothes will eventually be abandoned. It is your childhood, but also some memories. When the last time stretching hands and feet, I heard, purple fall pupa River in the spring.
When spring comes, and the darkness receded, first wiping sun through the vicissitudes of life, walking in the spring on the road. Prior to this, you are so transparent, bone transparent, transparent body, and even a small miss, are less transparent. Wings, thin as onion skin, through a go, you can see the old simple.
Color, gorgeous color, brush on your hair slightly, the total of Beauty Dan Ma affordable. Wing, stretching the wings or a Xi a door opening and closing of the years. Perhaps, I should recede, and the shadow left alone to put away, to look back, not only for the desecration of a beautiful encounter.
Face. Offspring of whom a good face, and finally being in an early morning wake-up spring. Eye, such as the Qing-wang, eyebrow if indigo, red lips Qingqi - told me that The Butterfly Effect only one time.
Dawn of the.
是春天，应该是春天。万物都在苏醒，也包括你所居住的那根枝条，可以是纤弱的柳，也可以是灼灼的花，萌动的情愫慢慢袭来。在你沉睡了一千个洁白的梦境之后，翅膀想到了飞翔。
蛹，捆绑了一整个季节。骨节开始歌唱。听呵，淙淙的溪水跳落山涧。听呵，皎洁的月光洒满夜空。这是黎明前的萌动，谁都想肋生一对可以飞翔的翅膀，去追月，去和溪水一起远航。我看见了你，隐藏在山石之后，隐藏在岁月深处，倾听一段蝶变的美丽章节。
从哪儿开始，从哪儿开始，才能长出一对美丽的羽翼？蛹的混沌，并不能将你的渴望再次束缚。
首先是面容。每一个在春天醒来的事物，都需要一个美丽的面孔。你画上眼，眼似清泓；你画上眉，眉如远黛；你轻抿双唇，有一点焦渴，不妨和春露做一次深情的亲吻。没有人能看清你神秘的容颜，在一切还未勾勒清晰之前，那只是只是一小片素雅的留白。
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你伸展着手脚，白嫩的肌肤选择了水般透明。色彩也许并不重要，在朝阳未开之时，再美丽的颜色都显得那么空洞。你伸出手，理理三千青丝，发如瀑，衬托着月的皎洁。揉一揉千年一梦沉睡的双眼，再没有如此新生的迷茫让人心生爱怜。我伸出手，在春天伸展的手臂，为你遮挡一下浸透月色的清寒。我知道，你的孱弱没有任何理由，只不过让侧身而过的少年，满怀憧憬。
好吧，就这样。在月光织就的纱帐里蝶变，就让我的等待在千年之后的今夜实现——守侯你，一刻不肯轻离。
灵动的触角，试探着前行的方向。在婆娑的柳荫下，或者一朵娇艳的花蕊旁，倾听夜色如水漫过的声音。剥离，剥离。每一次剥离都让人跟着心痛。蛹。这个裹缠太多思绪的茧衣，终将被抛弃。那是你的幼年，也是一段回忆。当最后一次手脚伸展，我听见，紫色的蛹滑落在春天的河畔。
春来了，夜色退去，第一抹朝阳穿越沧桑，走在春暖花开的路上。在此之前，你是那么透明，骨骼透明，身体透明，连小小的思念，都那么透明。翅膀，薄如蝉翼，透过去，可以看见你旧时的单纯。
色彩，斑斓的色彩，拂上你的发稍，浓妆淡抹总相宜。翅，伸展的翼翅，一翕一张开合着岁月之门。也许，我该退去了，把影子孤单地收起，把目光收回，只为不亵渎一段美丽的相遇。
面容。谁的娇好的面容，终于在一个春天的清晨被叫醒。眼如清泓，眉若青黛，朱唇轻启——告诉我，蝶变只在一时间。
天亮了。