March peach, April cherry, may rose.
When the spring is gone, and the summer is deep, a rose is in a window, and it is crowded and crowded. Then there was incense, and a room full of warmth.
This may, you can only enjoy flowers, read only the heart Designated Representative. Only acquiesced in a few thoughts, flowers in general, the time of the letter.
And those who sleep in the words, you do not want to ask, I do not need to say, like flowers and leaves of the lingering, a word, is redundant.
Do not need to miss, even, even a love words, can not turn into words, but the heart of a big fist, and a full name.
In may, the incense is still there, the breeze is not far away, the white cloud pillow is blue in the corner, as you and I in the year, we see each other for the rest of the life.
From then on, the soft step is light, no longer walk hurriedly; From then on apartment hong kong, life all sorts of joy, raised into a verdant. There is a hidden worry, dyed into two cheeks flying red, a lotus, suddenly evenly.
Walk together, all the way to meet the warmth, meet nice, meet the joy, then turn around, meet that strand of tangled like silk eyes.
The spring is walking slowly, and the summer is quietly coming.
The days were like flowers, and they were in good order, and they were charming.
You and I, just obey the air, a faint scent of temptation, hold your breath of water and wind.
We walked, like the spring, meet a great joy Sheung Wan apartment.
In the sky of may, the surging of water, winding the lonely mountain, slowly warm up, is a drape of water.
Even though the cherry blossoms have been ruined, the pear flowers are empty, and there are still lingering misty rain, and the ancient wind is hidden for thousands of years.
The moving light and shadow are the old days when we pass by the west side of the moon. We can also shake red with a candle, and plant some happy words in the sun, moon and stars.
If the time is old, and the eyes, but clear mind, still green with the day of the missing.
The spring flowers have no trace, but there is a secret fragrance to the bone, a name like the butterfly, fluttering a small order.
The time is deep, the time of the silk, is full of clear and shallow words, about me, about you, about him.
When you say it, you will be glad to see it again.
The spring dream, with the wind in the ethereal, in the summer, is ready for the hot, can't wait to play.
Just as it happens, I can make a little spring and summer break, to be calm, to rejoice, and to record a fate in the current way, it is you.