Sunset road, always filled with love.
The wind light flower settles, the time steps under the light footprint, rolls up the beauty of the past leisurely long.
This is the river, but delusion, the days ahead.
The day it has long feet, never stop running, the day is also shy, can not wait to get into the arms of night.
They were young when the sun was hot and the wind was blowing through the trees.
There is a little shop in the sunset, selling orange tenderness. The road and the long future may slow down a little bit.
The sea has no time to talk with the sand. It is always busy composing waves.
In this way, standing in time, do not provoke clear sorrow, do not provoke sadness, light spirit turned around, smile and go.
Around too noisy, so lonely became romantic.
Because like you, so you walk the road to flowers in full bloom, noisy.
The heart is a flower that does not wait for the wind to blow.
Slow is a kind of sincerity, the wind in the mountain stop, the ship in the shore stop.
Youth is a season of lethargy and dreams.
The gods take away the human timidity, this makes the youth vigorous.