If, this life you never miss. Now, in this May afternoon sun, I was fleeting time on your side, his own delicate and charming, demonstrated in front of you, when that wind through the curtain, when a slight brush to your mouth is a shallow laugh, and I like cats cuddle in your chest, quietly listening to the heartbeat of love. At this moment, years of spreading the poetry, the sun shed the warmth, you are my most beautiful attachment.
Met you, in the wrong season, the heart of the flowers, bloom long and artless, but you can only concern far, I look forward to a spring rain, pattering with your tenderness, so full of my dreams tonight Mizusawa the light, then flashing bits and pieces, germinating eyes on the sparkle of your trance.
The story was always sad, tells the romantic and appropriate that do not, how kind of deep in the bare too persistent in your search in. But that what can? I can not harness the wind from the sea, when you wait and see, I can not dream at night, making love with you and tempting.
I am only here a distant expect the agreement, if, in the spring and autumn the edge of the overflow of the summer, I have never been able as of all, I have not met anyone before, this life you just met?
In a May of the spring, am flying, I awoke. Shen Pan without you, dreams are not in, I know I missed you this life, even in the kind of prayer, can alter the time of the rush.
Have you seen it? Had a peach tree, I stood silently as his eyes extending in the distance, my heart desire to have you, leisurely walking, dancing skirt that is just for me. However, you did not come. At that time you doing? I sometimes think, is not your long-distance trek, the loss of your shoes, so it does not catch up with this life and I come across. Is not it?
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