Silence on your lips but do not speak Qing Yang
his birthday card for you to do a few strokes only a handful of dried flowers
increasingly bright morning sky you can not tolerate the white chrysanthemum Tsui
you can not read the words he said to you that you can not find your own white gauze
you think happiness is only open in the legend of the wonderful work in the cliff
you miss him when to send your emerald dream and reality is always daisy-time difference
this world become too fast too complicated to look back at the still love you the most simple
you can not read the words he said to you that you can not find your own white gauze
you think happiness is to look back at the legendary love still do the most simple
fingers also keep Sentimental memories of fragrant autumn wind blows away
want to find the most authentic touch to the back can not rely on how
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