Lilac Under The Moon

A gentle breeze, floating slowly from the distant place, softly fingertips, gently opened my mind. Standing at the window of the years, I lit a silent one. miss The curling feeling is floating in the moon of the long run.

The moon, dripping a tear, it is beautiful love. I picked it up gently and chewed it in the mouth of memory. Light sweet, light astringent, I return to the eyes of love, the lilac season.

The green wind caressed my verdant youth; the bright moon, smiling on the top of my life's luxuriant head. A lilac waiting for thousands of years, wearing a delicate fragrance of a sleeve, came to me, and the charming flowers were scattered in layers of my heart.

That year, you were brilliant as Xia; that year, I sprout up. That year, you walked out of loneliness; that year, I was in love with madness. That year, you want to have a home; that year, I want to build a city of love. Let the years be quiet and let the lingering love go on a happy journey.

Under the moon, you ask me softly, is there a beautiful landscape that always shelve our love? Is there an endless road leading our love to the ends of the earth? Is there an immortal lamp illuminating our love every night?

"It's a dream to shine tonight," he said. The beauty of the flowers is the moistening of the rain; the trees are whirling and the wind is blowing. The love we met at the Youth Road gave us spring like variety of manners. The seed of love grows in the land of love.

The wind is clear, and the moon is still there. Also in the moonlit night, you gently shake my deep sleep. You stand on the head of my bed and gently say, "honey, I'm leaving." Since then, a beautiful lilac has been blooming in my dreams every night.

"Where are we going to go? Peach blossoms still smile in spring. Tonight, I look at the moon in Fufeng, miss, cross the ridge of the river, follow the moonlight of Ying Ying, look for the shadow of my long lost lilac, and smell her again.

Yearning, catching stars, flying in the firmament of the night. My lovely Lilac Tonight, whose courtyard do you open, who will light your flowers? Tonight, where are you alone on the roadside, wasting your green life? I don't understand. I really don't understand.

The moon, or the moon. Tonight is no longer our evening. One night is full of affection, and the moon is empty. I open the window of September, let my heart shower in the tears of the moon, my flying heart is more exquisite.

"Liu Lang has hated Peng Shan far away, and even separated Peng Shan ten thousand." Thousands of people Meditation The moon, please tell me, when I run away from my fingertips, when will I meet again with the long lilac? Beautiful lilac, please tell me, are you still in my dream tonight? I wait, I am waiting...