Flick night beckons, you still stand there mask house, just as there is a faint pain of love buried in the bottom of my heart. For all the clouds, pumping off the mood, like flowers blooming like a piece of brocade arrangement. Your image is still in full bloom, the ambiguous feelings, in the dream in the end of a swing a bulky, the guardian cannot be cleared, is so flexuous, Acacia. I tried to forget you, I want to put everything in the middle of the night, but as the wind is not stay. I touch my wound, like the tender pain, in my side, a hand can touch, is so close at hand. You want to warm, think you good, I like you in this free beautiful world, wandering in the rich multicolored decorations. Is like a meeting time, or by, know the promise in favor in the stretch.

How many nights, I am the love, like standing on the other side of your love to think of you. Like the night on the streets of the wind blowing, I desperately mask house, desperately love, is not to see you. Where are your beauty? Where are your fragrance? I like standing on the reef head left out, watching the night of the ebb and flow, is not to see your shadow. I am lonely, I am bored, but what is the way? I say warm, but now I only a person in the night to stay, love what? I like alone down the sail, I do not know where to sway? Where was the place where I was stranded.

Like those interspersed in my lovesickness the singers, always at night flute song Sheng flute like interspersed in the bamboo grove at the night such as song of the riding ring, vaguely pass as beautiful laying in, like Nightingale soars in the bamboo grove, like silver pigeon think the night blooming, fine melancholy, such as song Dang Yang, as if in hold son Kwame hands rising, the ready, to overrun, overflowing with night level.

That familiar with the intersection, the familiar figure, the familiar picture, the emergence of the night hysteria, the only wonderful the eyes, in love dream lane. Alone in the night mask house thinking, alone in the night meditation, like the lotus beauty in the night silent open, expectations, in full bloom in the beautiful night laying, I like walking into your beautiful special, played for your love.

How can I thank you? Passionate dream of you, you were like peas and carrots in my love, my emotions need to master your in the night, like handle hot shy. A brief encounter feeling. The dream is that you are so long, never abandon, as in life and death. You are, have been accompanied by my window to the moon, you have accompanied I listened to the window of the rain, how many beautiful memories are like taxes in the fundus. They want to wipe wipe not to go. A person's lonely, a person lonely, in the night to return, Acacia time mask house .

Do not know what you are doing? Whether or not like me in my thinking. I like your smile and beautiful feelings, like a pain, rooted in my heart, so that I can't put it down. Understand their own ideas, they understand their own pain, like the night of pain barriers rooted in my heart, I can't break out, not to mention the tensile entwine those silk thread.

The faint moonlight from the window slanted in, I want your soul as follow. Like this time lonely overfills my heart, like from the black eyes flowing out, which pours down to the level of love, like a drowning out the I love you whistle, flying swing to your dreams. I like standing in the cold window Mu Qingling to you, like you in the distance also listen to my whistle like, even moments of Acacia, will be the best. Like you in my familiar notes, heard I such as song of the warmth and love of the beautiful, like in front of you watched the window, see my shadow, dream like in your eyes floating.