Through the dust of the wind outside the window, tossed and turned some words for you, finally the flat line poem flowers. Often wonder whether to undergo long drift, come and go without trace, and for the destiny and meet you after passing a lot of busy, a willingness to keep the qing xi, verbal humor, under the cloak of you whisper softly of kindness, a proudly independent but also gather blossom, unlined upper garment, wine mark, absence of noisy fixed is you. How lucky enough to have you ...
