We will meet in the street when, but before they get lost in the. Time in a cruel way covered over, shouting into a shallow sing, your shadow in the depths of slowly leave. The time fragment, in my touch memory Fallen apart.

This endless thinking tomorrow is innocent. In May or so, the wind in the rain, I had dreamed of Jiangnan, also dreamed about your sunny smile. The memory of birds fly over time a desert road lonely, perched in the first place promised, as I do, day in and day out, wait for the day.

Whether can meet, whether we will meet, this life, will never say goodbye? Barren years, shallow sing warm song, buried the initial loss. In the bright blue, and listen to the wind, blew in Qionghua.

The fall since then, the night has been deep, memory is more and more quiet.

Best of all, to meet with you, to be with you is the most beautiful encounter.

Only one life, look at the scenery with you, accompany you to see the most beautiful scenery.

Talking about time, memory nowhere. Smiling memories, in my heart, there is a so beautiful you. In the rainy days, on the sunny day, or on the last day, are indispensable in my life, is also the only.