Time is too thin, fingers wide, inadvertently, a year has been a vast saxaul in the past. Happiness, sadness, looking back, was yesterday, before too many stories could, and in a split ended in the crash of the firecrackers. Blessing than in previous years, floating, live in the blessings of a large group of people, before you know it is spring in March.
How much spring scenery into eyes, falling in my heart, to melt in a dusty freezing in winter, the solution doesn't open the sorrow don't have to manage, to heart what also don't need to think about it, is spring, is a beautiful season of growth, revival could roam mind wandering, between the dawn light.
In march, I'm waiting for, you will come, that's our convention, is that your return date, the most beautiful scenery I hand hold this spring, waiting for your return, want to give you the warmth of the world. Occasional swallows under the eaves, nan, I know, that is the message, you give I love the calm.
Wait, warm yellow diary, yesterday has been inscribed in the happiness of the cover page, write full of drip, about you and I are at work in the memory, will firmly fixed in my mind.
Love you, not hesitate drank the poison of love, you let it deeply grieved, also complaint or regret.
In march, to listen to the call of the heart, the wind whispered in the ear, the birds singing in my heart, and think of you is for the same subject. The occasional spring ding-dong, that is to want to your heart, in spelling the rhythm of love.
You are my in March, I sit in on the other side of time, to pursue your passage of youth. In January, I was wondering, do you feel? In February, I read you, you feel it? In march, I'm waiting for you, you feel it? In the spring sunshine, the mood is clear, in an instant is the outline of you draw the outline of the beauty of my heart.
Waiting for pen flowers, bloom in the fingertip text in mind, the breeze thin the miss, you listen, the wind gently stroking the treetop, the sun shines on everything, miss heart with the germination and germination.
Spring in the air under the sunshine reflects a piece of green, this moment, also started the aimless and wild.
Miss, never thin and thick feelings released in March. A line of poetry in the inky also carefree, word, a pen, a dash is chock-full of happiness. Safe time in days, waiting for, but pale the inner face.
Love your heart, in this moment snowcapped, sit-ins mountain corner, look at the gentle, listen to streams gurgling, miss, also in this moment.
Dear, waiting for you, sing song in years, the melody is never faded, familiar, over and over again repeated over and over again, talking over and over again. Together is too short, has not yet had time to see your face, has been in a hurry separation, separation, too sad, not to think about it, don't ask, the separation of today is more beautiful in the spring.
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