I miss you, when you are in full bloom.
When the flowers bloom
Do you know about friendship?
Miss you
When the flowers bloom
The ceremony is like a dream.
Miss you
When the flowers bloom
How many times has the soul been with you?
Miss you
When the flowers bloom.
Looking for a gentleman in the crowd, Baidu
Miss you
When the flowers bloom.
Where are the mountains and water?
Miss you
When the flowers bloom.
try one's best
I'm going to write you a whole spring letter.
where i was from?
where am I going?
I come from the sky.
I went to heaven.
My hometown
In the most beautiful place
No sadness
No sadness
No tears
No death
My name
Write it in the gobbledygook.
It's not my fault.
But a sacred reward.
Just because I believe him.
My brother.
His name is Jesus.
God's only son
Save me from sin.
Nail me to the cross.
He came back from the dead.
He ascended to heaven.
He is in the sky.
Prepare a place for me.
He will come again soon.
Take me home.
Where am I from?
where am I going?
I come from the sky.
I went to heaven.
My hometown
In the most beautiful place.
"I yearn for a place without myself." In the autumn season, there are many thoughts.
The wind is swaying with thoughts, and the clouds are drifting with dreams.
However, the Millennium is sad for the old times.
Worried about the past.
Who is there?
Relax an ordinary piece of paper and put your thoughts on the ground.
Just for the nostalgia of autumn.
Autumn leaves fall and are covered with spots.
Full of things.
Drift into the distance,
Memories stop before my eyes.
In a trance,
How many warm pictures appeared,
But it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Rainy autumn rain, wet eyes,
Yingying is a little.
Unspeakable ideas are trapped and bound,
Unable to release ...
I can't get it back,
Innocent memories of youth,
I saw the stars shining with tears.
Bai Yueguang shines on both ends of the world,
Flowing into the atrium.
Can't erase the long memory of that time,
Ran Yan time. ...
The memory is too deep,
I can't learn. As time goes by,
Forget her.
The Millennium is frost,
Maple leaves are red.
Memories of the past, a bunch of geese,
Fly to the dream ...
Even the red leaves,
I can't bear to erase the frivolous of the past.
Let the heart return to simplicity.
White clouds are fluttering, and wind chimes are melodious in the distance.
Apricot leaves are yellow, too
Years have banished you and me, for wasting time,
Insist silently, but compose music into songs.
I don't want to ask,
Where is the Zen of fate,
Pursuing the imagination of ginkgo biloba.
Autumn fields are full of golden rice waves,
Roll our dreams.
That's the joy of harvest,
Wandering in the autumn melody.
I really want to,
Meet again,
Happy in the golden ocean.
Nostalgia in autumn, drunken annual rings,
Love is long.
Now, you and I are far apart,
Beautiful because of each other. ...
Drink malt beer/drinks,
Let autumn be so rich,
Like a rustling sound, hovering over the beam. ...
"Still That Page" is in the spring of March.
There is a small wind blowing.
The pages trembled slightly.
Turn over a page
It happens to be the folded page in my heart.
Yes, I want to open it at any time
The page that once emptied my soul.
There is a small wind blowing.
waste time/waste of time
Blow away the years
The sunset glow turned red.
The page I can't give up
Always keep it in mind.
But I can't remember that page clearly.
There is a small wind blowing.
The pages trembled slightly.
Still that page.
How I want to pluck that cloud, a white cloud.
Floating in the wind with a song.
Soft language soft language
Corrugated murmur
Quiet enough to be heard.
Listen, the heartbeat is accompanied.
This song is too light.
So quiet, so quiet.
This song is so far away.
So close, so close.
The mood is fluctuating.
Melody of the same theme.
Shake off the fleeting time
How much I want to.
Remove the floating clouds
Floating clouds
Quietly left
It's like a dream.
Gone with the wind.
Accompanying heartbeat
Still echoing in the original place
How I want to take off that cloud.
Cover this time and space forever
Stay where you're scared out of your wits.