Autumn rain ramble is off-street Ground of my below the umbrella for a long time gazes at you Wind deliver a fragrance Latched my soul Do not know this is why
You hide after that window Not dare fragrance besprent lane Be afraid of by this cool and refreshing mid-autumn annihilate I am that greenery that loves you But you always love the beautiful umbrella in my hand
You are in harships shake Never recount what did not love really is pungent Be in love with from what pay no attention to the boiling hot in my heart I do not know This is why
Somebody is sung in light flick The old song of become enamoured The hand that pulling you comes to the look into the distance before the window See the face that you yearn for clear I no longer confused
When walking out of lane Rain of autumn wind autumn encased whole small town I do not have courage Time inspect that window Visit your appearance again Zhao Jun was pressed down on October 4, 2017 |
Orignal From: Qiu Yu strolls
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