Because these days

Light field, lush grass, the wind drift, it was my dreamed of home and the bypass in front of a small river, is still quietly flowing. Standing in the city center, around is not to like, the grassy aroma is substituted into the smoke filled walls. All the photos are still brilliantly illuminated, print out the past, two fresh woods quietly become a brick wall of iron. Little river was still light ice, however again also could not return to clear the fish and shrimp, children do not want to play here, everywhere cloth through mud. If time could turn the clock back, I want to go back to the old days filled with fresh, the sky is blue running cattle and sheep, I also barefoot in the river trip, feeling the breeze Shushuang.

Starry starry night, you leaned on my shoulder, through the window of the moonlight, quietly with a new house. Confidante old Yi Shaohua evanescent, life will love almost crushed dead. We stand back to the crossroads, left and right around, exhausted and scattered. Lost patience and trust, life in the years of separation song chaos, unbearable world us, thinking only of passion burning crazy, how will know in two people get along with the taste of the daily necessities of dull. If time could turn the clock back, I will in a moment you turn to pull your hand, embraced tightly together, to tolerance, to pull the regret. Lookback two days, those vows, then the tart, start all over again, I would hold hands, you share the pain. Sad for you lick your interest, in your ear gently singing the song of the year, back to the quiet of the moon are strewn across the window in the evening, to recover the most happy days.

Starry starry night, you leaned on my shoulder, through the window of the moonlight, quietly with a new house. Confidante old Yi Shaohua evanescent, life will love almost crushed dead. We stand back to the crossroads, left and right around, exhausted and scattered. Lost patience and trust, life in the years of separation song chaos, unbearable world us, thinking only of passion burning crazy, how will know in two people get along with the taste of the daily necessities of dull. If time could turn the clock back, I will in a moment you turn to pull your hand, embraced tightly together, to tolerance, to pull the regret. Lookback two days, those vows, then the tart, start all over again, I would hold hands, you share the pain. Sad for you lick your interest, in your ear gently singing the song of the year, back to the quiet of the moon are strewn across the window in the evening, to recover the most happy days.