I Don't Want To Wake Up

Almost a winter huangmei gorgeous faded, yellow petals scattered to scattered, once delicate and charming be about to drip of flowers, now have faded, leaving only a light aroma, still linger in branch, seem to be between with last fragrance, throbbing a gamble butterfly affection. Bee

Flowers bleak, who once plump fresh life bleak, nature bestows on mission also will end, but leave a tree of fragrance, patiently patiently garden in my heart. I'll miss, expecting, the next flowering, delicate and charming still.  louis vuitton marc wallet m63652 lv bags 1

Life seems most elucidating texts, from day to day forward, suddenly has grew up between the age to the fallen petal, su dongpo had at this age wrote "affectionate should laugh at my early birth, read the huafa", think him such lines between mane of hair, the rays also brings forth silver us.all regrets, romance days also old.

Live for decades, and the poor is that I don't have a thing or something worth get out of funky, at this age, or fallen petal of proudlly struggled and to survive, isn't it seem a bit timid, if can and flowers sort, the "zero completion for rolling dust, only mud as incense," stay down a little influence, I will be satisfied.  louis vuitton damier ebene canvas hampstead pm n51205 lv bags

Time flies, once delicate and charming of flower you also would not escape the erosion, enchanting unease clear eyes don't like once the perturbation person soul, age trace quietly into your face, your elegance also seems to be bleak spot, as also in a tree open huangmei, originally petals surface shiny la yellow, the loss of the water has already shown slightly broken. But you're in my heart, you eyes still hook ravishing, your face still long-so large charm.

Huangmei still hang on the branch, only in the withering of time, but the next and the open, and the camellia camellia thanks, will also have many flower will open, always open to Mi mandala. Stir the beautiful still another stir to the front of us traveled, however our life without a dial-up continues to stir, life in us only once, until the day that the sunset, already as solemn and stirring the poignance sunset. That day, you HeFaTongYan, but I know you, haggard faces in the my eyes was still hook ravishing, charm gracefuls.