I happened to meet with you, deeply love you, let me the sunset -- palpitating with excitement eager to do sth.
To the heart of the king, the United States; to the heart of the king, everywhere.
Sun at the urging of the cloud, hanging on the horizon, the gloomy earth inlaid on a layer of gorgeous Phnom Penh; wind fairy holding the hand of the cloud, in the blue of the sky leisurely laugh; you see, wind fairy naughty to cloud molded into the small sheep, and tornado shape, they in the sky to show their infinite charm.
The clouds are urging the sun......
I just looked at, watery sky, feeling the sunset, the gentle touch and comfort. Eyes closed, listening to a sunset melody. Tiny hands, to touch the sky that a touch of color.
Gorgeous red light shining in the cloud, like a fairy deep red plumage, make me be full of praise, but also full of hazy color; "the fairy's feather" non-stop to transform the posture, to the disgrace of the earth covered with a layer of mysterious and full of dynamic veil.
The wind and the naughty fairy......
A mystique to the mysterious Hagoromo away, leaving only the slightest remnant of a cloud of red, gradually being swallowed, disappeared.
Gorgeous sunset the final color dedicated to the earth, dedicated to the sea, dedicated to the Baiyun, dedicated to the sky, dedicated to me. He does not leave any good color to himself, and gradually disappeared in the wind......
The traces of the pursuit of sunset, it disappeared without a trace, maybe tomorrow will not meet with you in, hope tomorrow is a sunny day!
The sun is getting far away, and it is not a trace of it......
The wind fairy passing from the side, aroused the heart lake waves, again in the evening, I seem to see the figure.
Yesterday's fragments and show in my mind as long billed glasses "teacher a sarcasm seems and the implied meaning is profound discourse, but it exudes a teacher of our meticulous care.
The teacher is just a pronoun, I think the teacher is called "my favorite sunset" in retrospect. It's not like that!
I don't think the future is smooth or muddy, as long as I have the sunset, then all, all of my expectations.