Guarding the frontier of love
I love the hazy, guarding the frontier.
The water has a world of ice and snow, love the breakpoint.
I have to wake up, swaying in the border. Strong wind will blow my shadow askew, stimulate my bones, devouring my soul. Last night, smiled, Miss Right remain unchanged, I still swim in the warm waters of love. Now Wushirenfei, inexorably, the sweetness of the past just a mirage, then America’s mood has become a bubble, the warm tone is iceberg Okawa, bait honey is less than at a determined look.
I, step by step, into the snow and ice inclusion of the frontier. See, in love with the breeze, in the snow under the ramp, mixed with my tears, it is more dignified, lonely.
At the top of the border, I’m swaying. She is beautiful and kind-hearted, lovely beauty of her, or she lovingly pathetic. Love the peaks in the days and months multiplying and my heart increased, but more and more empty, the more trembling. Because I have my feet swaying, yet, I can’t really tell me exactly where the true love.
Beautiful and kind. We didn’t go for a romantic rose with the road, although not the cowherd men tilling the farm and womenweaving. But we love each other, chaochaomumu, also had to hold hands walking in the street, marching Hangyunliushui, stride forward into the temple of love. Although we have not too many words, but we also have Freemasonry.
Her lovely beauty. Lovely face will always evoke beautiful memories, but also in the side to remind yourself that it may be a poison strawberry. The holy fruit of love is not free to pick, but to know the taste of it, and to focus on its charm. With my meticulous care to take care of, grow in the meticulous care. Even though we didn’t mention the love, but the heart has been.
In the face of different peaks, to my new job, so that my sixth nerve taut. I love you at this time has an epiphany; talent is the best, isn’t it? Perhaps you are the baby love and feel ridiculous. Then, you are wrong, any restraint gestures of action, a look, a smile, will give her life young memories.
In the moonlight, she said you love me. Under the moonlight, I promise you, I belong to you, I have not changed my mind, my heart is still left for you, even if you hear what, see what, it is love your performance. Because your love is in the border, so I will be loved by it.