She was sentimentally attached. Pear tears, static picture makeup, who belong to?

[volume] a bead curtain, who listen to sad tears, eyes slightly run.

Ask, the snow this winter, have been falling. The frozen memories, the demon is still in the full moon night, dressed in a red dress, Luo Xiu Qing Wu, now empty field, fly, snow who belong to? It was red, demon, is also at the same drunk, equivalent to the. Simon is the same, Acacia road. Then, the man, has also been demon itself cooling towel.

Bead curtain, eye head, Mimosa who Mei? Spring and spring back, flowers and reminders, soul meet who?

Always, during the day do not understand the black night, the silent night difficult to sleep, who made this life only the demon fox? The snow mountains Dr Max, the tear, mosquito net, two lines of tears, the pillow wet Rouge taste, it quietly broken heart. Infatuation piece to the king, who hears?

You do not see, who is a dream wake up, do not see the makeup woman incense, drink Huan, left side a plum trees, feel melancholy, but a soul? That the woman had disappeared from my life, is the plum into fine, beautiful in a painting, shoegaze company formation in hong kong, self injury. Men and women have thought.

Who, is midnight, a yellow, transparent ink war, how to trace the wet, the old reservoir. Every sad, base slightly bright flash, window screen. Bead curtain half volume, heart hate? All read for who? Hate the word always make people cry, wounding intestinal. Why don't you smoke ring incense, eliminate the bridge, not sentimental, not thinking on science, forgotten, and impermanence.

Bead curtain half a roll bending, hand, skillfully dressing, etc. who belong to?

Curtain fall wind cold, Xin Wei, turned to read, hate who fly?

Who is it, little dream window Xuan, rod drop who shoulder, for Confidante time is short.

And who, high mountain and flowing water, string broken organ injury, salon Lane field, and a knife.

Confidante why not turn yellow, blue and green to hurt, a song sing all night flying, water falling drop......

Remember, when the wind Fo willow branches, long, her face, waiting for the pear, you to enjoy. Who knows the west wind blowing cool, dance to the winter war, people don't go alone, slowly emaciated. Longitudinal Rouge shop full of incense ash, the path does not see the horses and sound, saw the tired Yunyan heaven long fingers fly....