Falling flowers are sad, people leave the autumn colder

01.

In the courtyard, a ground of white moonlight.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're getting into.

The person on the heart, such as the fallen flowers generally drifted with the wind, leaving a lonely and solitary me, a person facing the sad autumn.

The wind, sweeping through the wrong trees, issued a "sand sand sand" sound, in this lonely sad autumn, as if to tell an untold story of love past.

"Falling flowers hurt themselves, people leave the autumn colder."

In this scene, one can not help but sigh in the heart of the sadness of leaving.

I can't see, the dome of the returning geese, and I can't see the stars once looked like, only to see the vast night, blowing the sad wind, and the light moonlight, gently entwined.

Autumn is the death of separation, autumn is very strong, the death of separation from the heart, an autumn song, a song of sadness, a song of separation from sorrow, a lifetime of lamentation.

The court is deep, how deep?

The memories are painful, how painful?

02.

That year, late spring.

The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time, and they've been in the business a long time.

I always wanted to be a quiet woman, just quietly staying in my Jiangnan, my courtyard, waiting for the flowers to bloom, a person to enjoy the spring flowers.

However, that one encounter, you to the deep feelings of the writing, touched my heart strings deep inside, like the gentle wind, awakened the seeds of love, and as if the early spring rain, nourishing the dry heart field has long been.

The murmuring like a stream, my feelings flooded in my heart, and the pair of bright eyes, like the brightest star in the sky, brightly illuminated my whole life.

The fact that we were drawn together by fate, from then on I knew that Cupid's arrow had already shot me, intoxication had already not known the way back.

I like the quiet lazy afternoon, like Li Qingzhao's model, and you take a leaf boat in the courtyard of the lotus pond through, startled the perched water birds, lotus flowers have buds look, a kind of budding feeling.

The first time I saw you, I was waiting for a beautiful and romantic love. Perhaps, shortly, my heart will blossom with abandon.

03.

The heart of the flower bloomed, blooming in that beautiful season.

I love a person, and along with his smallest actions, will feel so beautiful.

I am a delicate-minded woman, like quiet, like the euphemism and subtle love, and once deep love will be reckless, the bold pursuit of the love of the heart.

You said that you like the lilac girl in the rain lane, for you, I deliberately dressed in that slender cheongsam, along the alley in front of the courtyard, holding an oil paper umbrella, all the way slim and graceful walking.

So, my figure, my knitted brows, and smiles become your pen, your heart, the most beautiful lilac girl, looking at the beautiful words you wrote, I was deeply intoxicated.

The long street, the corridor, the small lake, with our silhouette of snuggling, as the twilight of spring, as beautiful as a dream.

You said that when my hair is long and waist, will be in the splendid season, and I promise a lifetime.

In the courtyard, in the alley, I have been waiting for that day, waiting for the man with the enchanting smile, will hold my hand and walk into the sacred hall.

At that time, the heart is tangled, like the sky drifting rain, tangled.

04.

The first thing you need to do is to think about you and think about you at night.

The wind is even stronger in autumn.

The flowers, still floating.

The night is deep, but the moonlight is miserable, dancing with my long hair, wanting to shake it all off, but found that those beautiful times have long since moved into my heart.

Tears, gently red eyes.

The fallen flowers love to hurt themselves, people leave the autumn cold.

In the falling flowers I was alone in sorrow, and this autumn, ah, is so sad, once was how charming colors, but now it has become decadent and depressing colors.

The reason is that a person's departure, just because I am waiting here, but you turned around and disappeared in the sea of people.

The first and last one is you.

In this life, my long hair is no longer cut, only because you like long-haired girls, I am willing to do that one for you to wait for the long-haired girl.