Twilight days

Twilight days, Yao han Chuang fog

Twilight days, stands on its own within the Han Chuang, feel the wind gently blows with silk, blew away the beam of thin window light.
Through the book, I clearly saw a wheel as solitary months sad hook hanging in the sky, it appears to be no Yuet Wah Sala in the sad Street, Liao Ruo exudes Dim light like a morning star.
Why always this night, moonlight as water fog will let me remember those little fragments.
Everything that had in the past, have water flow years earlier, but still as I connected that led to the memory and thread-like, let me continue, acting out.
Tunnel through time and space, frozen in time several years ago, casually met with you, taste of love at first sight it flowed slowly like a soft tea on my mind.
That day, the sea and sky, the bluish. I sat alone in the twilight between the taste of every word you talk, reveals the everlasting love between whispering.
That day, Yuet Wah like water, vanish into thin air. I wander between dusk, looking back to your every movement, light wind of Yat in idleness and generous.
Only a quarter, you will become my dream silhouette; only a minute, you have aroused my feelings, only one second, you will make me care.
Luo in dusk light exhibition between sleeves, hung down the thin shadow, in the twilight days of cool color long think you became my compulsory lessons.
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Mist, I sat in the cold reveal, remember that every moment of the past. I moonlight as China finally penetrating thin as cicada's wings Silk Clothing, penetrating into the frost of cold my heart.
When you're gone, when I have carefully constructed a cutting wind chimes as free gifts to your way of silk on my mind and endless love.
Air blue touch red, red streaked infection a blue wind. When I wish the wind chime sounded with the wind, you'll hear me call your sound, Qing-Ling to shake all over the floor in the open air of Acacia.
Air blue touch red, red streaked infection a blue wind. I hope the wind chime fall down the wire, is implicated you my red line, blue in the blue air, a more ancient unchanging love.
However, since the day you leave, no sound from Yao. For you, and never cut off because the mountain sky high; read you, will not block because of wide circumference. How many times a dream empty tears, tears wet pillow, not looking forward to your return after all.
I was in the twilight, raise your hand for months, looking forward to your information. Wish I could hear my oath of the Moon, I care for you, for your love, silk passed to you.