I read the autumn breeze alone cool

　　Life is so long, as if a play, inadvertent acquaintance, inadvertent encounter, at the beginning of the lights, destined to meet into a song. The world of the noisy glaze, beautiful and fragile, according to a window of the warm slanting sun, some shallow thoughts in the mind, thoughts, from the bright night diffuse to the present day eyes, I read the autumn breeze alone cool, who read the love on the heart.

　　I met you, always so inadvertently, to you a smile into a song, shallow language.

　　The past has become an amber fairy tale, shimmering with a glazed luster, the moon that night like pearl powder, emitting a silver pink light, and your words, as if plated with beautiful silver pink, your figure set off a dream-like confusion. The encounter with you is the most fascinating warmth in my life, such as the legend of broken rain in the world of fireworks in Jiangnan. Now, the night, your beautiful figure like pearl powder, fades, gradually lost, such as the pearl, the clam died. Looking at the vicissitudes of the world, I alone shed pearl-like crystal tears ripples. I want to tell you that on the section of the path you walked, the willow is bending down the delicate body, the willow branches hung with the cold tears of the moon in early winter, the ghostly moonlight flowing, fell in a pool of light scales, the luster of the moon halo is so cold and desolate, and your figure, sunk in my long-ago memory, I can not bear to forget, the memory of the first time I saw you, the 1,000 years of waiting, five hundred years of I can't forget the memory of the first time I saw you, the 1,000 years of waiting, five hundred years of looking back, before waiting to meet you.

　　I remember, at that time, the spring color is charming, your figure immersed in a peach blossom splendor, peach red dot, willow green flying, and your gentle smile, let me indulge in a warm, forget the world's worries. Some love, just a gaze, is already a long time; some people, just a turn, lost in the flow of years, has become the end of the world; some encounters, seemingly beautiful, but have long been destined to separate. In the dust, what is a long day? What is a long time? The actual back of your back, when I met you, is destined to dissipate in the dust, I carry the fondness for you, has been moving forward, in front of you, has no you, once the memory is etched in the mind, forever difficult to extinguish extinction.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get to know each other. The fact is that you can't get a good deal on your own. The fact is that you will not be able to forget it!

　　A turn is an eternal separation!

　　The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a meeting with you in a city, like a green lotus.

　　The story of this city is as plain as a wisp of smoke diffused into the long river of years, you are the beauty that remains in my years, the encounter of the drips and drabs, I wrote into a poem, do you know? The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a beautiful encounter, humming a gentle tune, facing a glazed heart, I was speechless and sobbing. The loneliness is singing and the mind is drifting. The tangled heart of the green silk, reflects the brightness of the midnight moon, gently picking up the messy mood, smoothing out the sad heart, letting the softness of the heart, soothing my loneliness at the moment. Do you know? The duckweed is spinning in the rain, the flowing water is running away mercilessly, what does not stay in your figure, what disappears is your smile. Gently make a wish, you are not here, I am well! Remember that city, remember that you, remember that encounter, your warm smile.

　　Finally, parting into a song, thinking of each other!