My First Blog

The heavy makeup Qianhua Sheng clothing US-skirt, the dance is human desolation, looking around the bustling Fairview. High-monopoly of interpretation is the life of others. The contingent a radically song is from my own sadness sigh. Splendid, bright eyes, the delicate makeup waved a spin, that skirt sleeve of a robe cleverly cutwork with the shadow moving, swaying. Red curtain hanging down, the smile you thoughtfully freeze in my eyes, a bright red, like the cuckoo weep blood and tears impressively flowers on top of you Ling greet my eyes, that table fever Candle's hanging long tears, that room waiting for the bride in a puddle of bright smile presumably being bent.
This station joys and sorrows, see your mood, played on my mind. But it is for your wedding day, singing the great wealth of life support.
Unloading to do Qianhua, when I fade a Chinese clothing, by the window standing. Lighting sadly, no one can see my heart is broken.
Dream under a performance. Wake up, the monsoon swept the bleak brown leaves sound.

From that square inch of space, you are her beloved is to handle whiteheads. From that instant of time, you are my heart from this hopeless marriage.
The story they flutter away, ending frosty. You will be seen as my show again and again dressed. The spectators tears flow only for the performances of the actors. So you Fuxiu turned the moment, sporadic for me hazy sight. The music and lights, installed to the best of my life is gentle, and the interpretation of this life, but only for your tenderness and turns, Ganchangcunduan.
Red Dust, such as drama, song and dance will subside. Elusive circumstances tempting to pay to do the absolute beauty of Acacia mask under Cang contingent prospect clinging read dense, blooming all over deserted. This life, for whom, and skim the full the absolutely contingent of desolation, only a promise gentle Looking back the cheers, they run out of affection, painting thin years.