Love is the lie we tell when we're lonely.

Who's that coming towards me? I don't know.

I sat waiting for the plane, and people came and went on the side. I thought of someone.

Time pale astringent a lot of life breath and beautiful process, but that a cruel face, but all the time in my memory smile.

Spring in those new green induction, warm echo I get and lose the good state of mind.

So I came from the cold winter, in that spring imagine the dream of grass, and I like the beautiful and sweet, imagine the spring flowers singing and our heart song like sweet, imagine the spring breeze blowing through my dream when I feel a kind of unspeakable happiness and serenity.

In the flowing water of life, I realized many hardships and snow, and in your and my moving, I gained and lost many wishes.

Beautiful string song, there is a kind of warmth let me move, is your smile, brilliant my colorful dream.

Play the heart song of love in your smile, get drunk and die…

Yes, deep in my soul, still standing in the old hometown where we met, reluctant to part.

Keep reviewing yourself, memory is like a calendar, get along every day, every sentence I think over and over again, there is no reason.

There were as many answers as there were guesses, and he gave them none.

How many times in the vast sand waves, sunset such as blood in the evening, looking for true love, looking for the soul of the home and dream, but too much helplessness, lying in the feelings, like how to pick the thorn, piercing each other's heart, until complete despair, fragmentation, lost.

In my romantic and true heart, there is a desire to lift the candle of life, rowing the boat of dreams, treading in the turbulent river with twists and turns. I wish that mermaid would walk with me, I wish that fishing song would accompany me.

Yes, everything is a dream, I can only silently travel, travel…

Lie, from the heart, deeply felt the incomparable pain of love and the beauty of interwoven thoughts, as well as many absurdities.

Insomnia heart song, and the window willow Yiyi, are in our minds, draw countless charming color and life melody and movement.

That a butterfly, quietly lying in my bun, a spiritual resurrection, like in and I listen to that a legend and myth story through the ages, heavy with all the affection, because you have gone far away. A wandering mind of all kinds of frost days, in that one eternal poem bang my heart sigh, reluctant to part into the depths of autumn singing, silently aftertaste the taste of sunshine, there are those brilliant life subtle emotional declaration, and long-term dream.

The scars of time hide their strength in the traces of growth, degenerating into endless loneliness and imprints.

In the sunny morning, romantic to start a fairytale dream. Then, thinking in the sunshine of each day, if it is spring, love sprouts many longings from the fragrant soil, imagine in a green mood that beautiful sadness, and the poetry of that great poet, grazing life.

The waves of the human heart became many narrow tracks, each destroying the ship for a reason.

In my recollection of those promises at the beginning of the time, time and time again perhaps and because, difficult life in all the affection.

We have not gone back, back to the original simple and beautiful, along the way, like a boat drifting on the river, in the emotional peaks and valleys of the fall bump, in the run-in again and again, lost themselves, forgotten sincerity.

Think in the sunshine of each day, if it is spring, love sprouts many longings from the fragrant soil, imagine in a green mood that a beautiful sadness, and the poetry of a great poet, grazing life.

I, looking at the glass in my hand, filled with clean water, maybe, it can make us drunk all the time, but always firm in the heart of the idea, yes, you and I should be content in the water together.

Yes ah, in your and my mind, love and hate forever the choice of life.

You see, brilliant red maple leaves, into the dream of the spirit, -spin the classical and modern beautiful image.

You can go so absolutely, the head is not back, those who had a good lie has long been covered up, love me when you are lonely lie?

I tell you all my secrets, except a little that I don't know. I met him in my dreams, kissed him on the shore, and I won't forget it.

Gently picked that a rose inserted in that a vase, fragrance among many unforgettable memories, is in the wind and rain together through that a hometown of the river, naked with the new green ambiguous feelings.

Gone, he really went, with my sincere, but also took away all the emotional attachment.

That time and again encounter said you love me, but you lie when lonely bar.

Author: Wei Xiaoqiao