Wounds since ancient times sentimental farewell. More nakan, cold clear autumn festival. Where sober tonight, willow shore, Xiaofeng moonlight. The years go by, should be a really good time, good times dummy. There will be vertical, thousands of customs, but also with what people say. During the twelfth lunar month, I'll inexplicable sadness, endless melancholy, helpless thoughts, flock of fantasy... The twelfth lunar month, has given me the most precious life! The twelfth lunar month, has given me the most piercing pain! The twelfth lunar month, has given me the most wonderful memories! The twelfth lunar month, has given me the sweetest happiness! Yesterday, I suddenly said to his son, I want to pot azaleas. I suddenly miss the beauty of azaleas, tenderness to the depths of my heart. Tonight, woke up from a dream, no sleep: past scenes, remembering a heavy... Lonely melancholy, when repeated listen to the song... Dead of night, I asked myself over and over again: After many years, who in my innermost soul? Years later, my deepest soul who? Years later, not only will the deepest emptiness? Only nothingness? Never doubted the distance a man really loved me, waiting for me, expecting me. I believe that distance you will not doubt that there are individuals who in good faith as you cried, laughed, too sad, too gentle, lingering over... Loved, to know what is lonely; hard too, to know what is suffering; thought, to know what is melancholy; sweet too, to know what is warm. Often sitting in the window, looking out the window of the tree, germination, flowering, fruiting, to wither. People looking out the window, off a thick winter clothes and put on chic suits, dragging a long dress, to rush, go in a hurry. Year after year, day and night, remembering the dead loved ones, celebrate new life. Long course of years, had lost him a solid arm, but you better have a warm embrace. I have to thank God for my tolerance! Fortunate enough to pull your hand, with me, even if a long road, strewn with difficulties. And you bring me deep inside, there is loneliness, there are lonely, have thoughts, have to wait... Frightened bird, fly. Injured, will be more. I am sure. Met you will not regret it. Let you know that I am a woman, you make me feel wonderful world of fireworks. You take off my clothes riddled with pieces that you put on a gorgeous for my dowry, you gave me rebirth! Do you love me, I love you, both sides will be hard to cherish, to grow old, sat rocking chair chatted. Until the time when the white-haired, go back to pondering... Another memorable, there have been a touch of hurt, deep pain, quietly thinking, rain, love... Looking back, no regrets in life years QQ1172817979 (Editor: Juelian Red) Related articles: http://www.newpub.cn/space.php?uid=200500&do=blog&id=245567 http://munou-blog.com/archives/2007/01/17-120640.php#comments http://www.vckd.net/bbs/home/space.php?uid=47397&do=blog&id=1356341