Hazy mist, bright flowers. Like from your hat under drip fresh term, you in the bath of the meditation. Do you still like to discover along the path of the shade, saw a rainbow in set up between the tree and the tree, the round halo faceplate, top in your head, acacia is like in your beautiful arms, leave sweet memories of love.

I like tossing and turning in thinking, the children of the beautiful love. Like the black earth hold the feet, and the beautiful sunflower root in the fertile soil, the growth of interest-bearing. The lack of rain in the season, I like being in your plates of beauty, in the sun irritable person, just like in the golden faceplate rise out of the fire, in the , call you dream can do it during the day, the love to during the day. Would you like to see the emergence of the rows of sunspots, but season less than, you only, settling in step-by-step dedication you all my love, you are all of the fire.

After a storm comes a calm, do you like playing the umbrella over the fields and lost in looking so well rises in the smoke from kitchen chimneys, the beautiful girl desire to come home. You naked attacks of cool meaning, like a walk in the morning of the millennium dream. You work out the final bright grab, in the dream of gratitude, you like to see a grain of sunspots in flight, like you in the dream of migratory birds, the fit, in your dreams into your love nest, you forget in my life.

Tonight in the sunflower, like the firefly I shine in your heart, you look for in a drop of light. Sunspots are you talking, love is like QiongLu you want to. All of the verbs and adjectives, on the night of rotation. Changes in temperature of migratory birds swoop in your dreams. Big was not life, as I live I is your love in the rain, you dream of.