The rain is I, is you. No matter how long or how far you go, you will not forget the hot seductive sunflower, even if the rain on the face of it, but in the beauty of the faceplate, resident or smile to you, stay in your heart forever.

Crest occupying the moment, just like the entire roof was lifted, the rubble soft fly up, as if gout sails, the nearest place in the sky, heard a scream of love. The window of the rain also in compose qi, like a philosopher's eyes lit up the fire of love, on the roof of the acacia dances, alone sad. On the bird at the top of the tree, the lights and campfire MiHun, 

Pieces of chopped emotions after mended by green, summer is locked into a cell of love, as if a love net, cover the beautiful on the inside, even the breath in carefully, afraid of touching beautiful mystery at one time.  together, just like the beautiful field ridge will be cleft, love grassroots in pull up immediately and refused to disperse thoughts in the heart pain. At that moment, there is no limit to white in your eyes, like suddenly drenched the pain of the glass, it becomes a beautiful across the springboard, gather the beauty of a woman on a boat in the night, as was the water ripples, like a lotus, the scores in the shy in full bloom, I see your beauty, is exposed on the I long for the boat, I would like to in plasma shadow like butterfly, like at this time mind in hechi, picturesque beauty shop in my wet shore, you at that moment in the eyes of you, true white, lotus nut is better than you, there is no limit to white Veda Salon.