Finally summoned the warm wind in the footsteps of spring

 Even in the early spring rain, I was still wet hair. But at the moment I do not have the time and mood to pay attention to these, and thought only to get there early. There is what kind of place? That is, I accidentally found a quiet place to go, time to show you this thought. In fact, it is not beautiful, not beautiful scenery there is no momentum booming hills, but I like it is standing quietly. Where there is a small house, the promise is abandoned because some Coolness. But I was surprised that the little house on the rooftop with pots of camellias. I forgot to tell you, I've always loved camellias. Looking at their red flowers, every time I feel that life is burning. On seeing it, I imagine you holding hands standing on rooftops and looking to spend the next scene. Who would have thought that I could be here again Shique is so sad feelings. Your hands upon her farewell letter written in red, you know? Red letters represent Inspired by the rugged path

seems to never come to the stage end. So many want to go, no endless heartache and regret. Finally stood in the rain to the hut,UGGs, looking at the full swing of the camellia was spent on the wind. I seem to laugh at inappropriate love, yes. Camellia opened in October, at the moment but then blatantly open in the chilly mountains where, how could he win the blessing of flowers it?

sky, overcast at the moment it is like my heart is the same. Tears in their eyes in the direction you confused, if not persistent Looking ahead I still stand in your direction. So quietly, quietly to yourself feeling calm the surging. Rain still Durian, no beginning and no end. And my heart with the drift in the red camellia flowers. Watch them standing alone in the rain with the rain lightly sprinkled on the petals of a roll, but then quietly fell in the dust,UGG boots cheap, not the slightest idea of love. Rain and flowers so happens to fit my story with you.

rain and flowers, this is without any care of. As a quality of January, you're galloping full of emotion with that inclusion of the still and lonely my heart, my heart warmed slowly. But open the wrong time as this camellias,UGGs, let me sort out my love you. Like chicken eggs do not know the future, I do not know your future. Departure in June to help us make up her mind, the way you walk and I come home only to be a quiet visitor out. Looking at you drifting away, and I between us can only sigh.

flowers and people is the same, at the right time and place the right people and things encountered. You? You met the right person? Camellia season how it can not self-erase in mind, even if you do not know if I like camellias.