Sky if not rip in June and July ripples how to swing? Let me use the wind of June to fill up across the trace of youth. That time, the dizzy catch the mo xiang, warm hurt story, feeling the opening,'s story, there are always meet you in the past.

Fireworks together through lanes, it is a fine dust of foam, murmured naive. Past, page after page of memory is opened, the bits of dust is confused eyes, blue memory slightly ruffled the eyebrow, scattered the first time, ran aground in the first time.

Bright and beautiful as you, so there is no stock of ying ying, even is the forgotten cool, comfortable, long. Your unique fragrance, diffuse, all between heaven and earth emptiness filled with warm, flowing down the notes, whether to warm your heart.

Love all at once, the vegetation of the old light, refrigerant, such as white dress young of wind, unfinished dream, only ". The next intersection, let I met at the street corner, let me in the most beautiful years met you youth.

Night falls a flowering season, a season, a floating into the alice-in-wonderland story again in the future! Weave a dream like a dancing butterfly, charming and penetration into the heart, hold a pen came to write lost fire time, tender and sandwiched with a hazy melancholy.

There is a feeling, puzzled, no color, but I know that there is a period of time, the youth have no han, have you not far far away to a romantic, you dropped that the scenery must be a rose fragrance.

Like, do you like the warm sunshine, but also can't block light bath, when the wind comes again, looking out of window between you listen to, they were filled with joy. I believe that everyone ever more like a teenager, but love, the most into the heart, but that is the only one forever.

Love a boy, near to listen to a given song, thinking about time high mountain water long, both in there adjustable desk. Secret feelings of youth is a impartial event, this lifetime to escape is nowhere to run.

Wind, blows away much of her time, looking back a smile, the pale moon, drunk apex, a promise, even crushed paper umbrella in the chiangnan misty rain day. Gently brushed the strings of years, kiss time beach, and who dream drunk in one thousand.

Quiet, has been, never change, and noisy, is the heart of his own for a long time can't forget. In my world, your smile, office furniture is the most beautiful scenery line, simulations have been in my heart is sweet, feeling the odds of the four seasons, I would like good wood, whole life waiting for you.

Time went by, the lost time, the fall, the happiness of those who deserted warm, and in which corner to calm. Once pass by your world, not I don't want to stay, but you won't take, left the rebirth cycle if the next season.

Specific net, of the warm light without yao whispers, mixed with sweet memories, thick attached to the past. See countless prosperous, but like yesterday, not capture, but all meet, my side have one more to you.

You look back on the past, a failure misty rain broke all quiet and a tree lost its corner, a casual look back, and says blossom fragrance culturelle, blue veil dance with the wind, such as, to meet you.

For a long time, our youth, as a figure of the thin girl, on the way to mature stumbled forward. The young age, look forward to the love is like the wrong season of flowers, the more bloom more sharper.

In being bombarded by all kinds of rules, all of the water chestnut rebellious as trapped beast, trapped for too long, and gentle. There is always a youth to fail, we lose this life the best period of time, the deficiency of the youth but the original color.

Only wish this life, of a yarn clearer, a cup of tea, holding a book of love, sit down, the window and look out the window, sunrise sunset, enjoy a bunch of summer flowers, electrical desk with a spectacular light song, seeping into the heart, holding a dream, don't forget to peace.

"A qing dance, how many tunes tactfully, humming a fading memory, has been the single cycle, the melody down the curtain, the feelings of young scattered field, is doomed to be a no return road. A person, alone, humming a song, such as the sunset.