Imagine the solemn vows of eternal love that sounded all the way, gnawing at the shade on the edge of the night. From those bright and sad eyes, I read your sigh, and the shadow fell wearily. I can't see your real expression clearly in a hurry. So I have to calm down and imagine that candlelight is killing my value.
Imagine the dusty past for many years, and now it must be surprisingly beautiful. Many people go through the formalities of rusty locks and keys in a hurry. And every door is an unbearable wound, which makes people daunting.
Imagine that withered face, wandering in the applause. That dream is more than a thousand customs. You hold up the pink night and stand in front of me as the only scenery.
Imagine eyes like water and Iraqis like peach trees. My life is destined to be a Kuafu day by day, and I always run around and be full of passion all my life.