Hurry outside the window Banana , I just want to soothe your frowns. This is not a season of full moon and flowers, but it looks endless and lonely.
The world is scattered, I just want to pick up the moon and hang it on the treetops. Perhaps it is not as bright as the sky, and the rewards are considered today.
The night rain is drizzling outside the curtain, I only surrender to your arms. This is not a warm night, but I want to be sloppy with you.
The lights are lingering in the distance, and the longing is only slowly waiting for my heart. This is not a whim and there is no medicine.
The autumn wind outside the house is chilly, and the sorrow is hard to relieve. A glass of old wine is not good, it is only a good medicine to treat symptoms.
Sitting on a yellow beam dream, dreaming of writing to you with me. My deep love is not the dream night, but the red beans are gone.
The rain arrows and wind swords outside, I just want to hear your heartbeat. This is not a qualified night, but it is considered a perfect night.
The moonlight outside is depressed, but I hear your heartbeat. This is a weather mark of a season, and it records my show-off.
Tonight, the autumn wind is rustling, the moon is not bright, and my longing for you is no longer a night. This is not a difficult time, but if you are too full of love, you will be doomed
Tonight's moon is not Jiaojiao, I just want to see you smile. This is not a perfect dream, but the misses are waving.
My heart is like willow catkins floating, and this long night is far away. The bright lights of thousands of families are not a good night. I miss you freely and freely.
Where can I lose my fragrance? I just want to fall into your arms. This is not a story of a beautiful and full moon, but it blooms all my smiles.
Rain on the bamboo shocks the birds and crows, I just want to walk under the umbrella with you. The weather is not harmonious, but it is perfect for the herbal tea you fried.
The good night is short and it is still early, and every night there is your smile. The rhythm of the heartbeat is so wonderful, and the wind and rain outside are quiet.
I suffocated when I face you alone. This is not a qualified love poem, but it is considered a full score of , silent drama .
