tear mole without you without injury.

Did you lock the memory of pain, thought I can forever. The world of mortals, wounds in one thousand. Can't escape the tears, and who are too old. Memory of fantasy, one day, broke through the seal, the insolvency Miniso.

Willow bank, monring winds. Waiting for you that I do not know the time, the spring and the autumn passed; the fall wood rustling still keep back the a throb. You are my life, this life can't escape me.

I'm waiting for, through the autumn waters, ground off three edges, to fill the sea. Thousands of years, I turned into a 壿 fossils, vines climb to the top of my skin, the other shore flower was full of whole body. I will be the last drop of tears that note to the most brilliant flowers of core. Looking forward to one day, you will pick up it let her on the corner of your eyes Miniso.

You are my paintings of blank, not deliberately to run, only time caressed your hair tip, the years pass you, tears mottled your makeup. All of the pain vanished in the moment you finally come.

The end of the conceptions of sunset afterglow. I'm shy to meet with you at this time. At the top of the end and you hug to each other, your face, mark in my tear mole. Your eyebrow, thousands of years ago a dream.

Past wounds from Wells in this moment with you. Blade, blade Pierce my heart, everything is you. I angrily rejected, with laughter. Stupid waiting for originally is a be good conspiracy. In front of you or am I passionate voice a moment agoMiniso.

Hidden in the soul in time, wake up nightmare trance of bewildered, uncover the thread of the destiny. Don't escape.

Wipe out the pain, falling into the end of the main valley. When the hot magma erosion hurt my body. I returned to the lily flowers in the afternoon, I taught me to read, I will teach you the sword. Gazing at each other speak together from hair to white hair, from dawn to dusk purple, from this moment, the next second.

I heard the other shore not nothing, painless, no you no tears. The last drop of magma dropped my heart. I can't see you one eye, let all of them in the end. And I finally reached the other shore flower, with the corner of two tear mole without you without injury.

I will meet with you again? I think maybe not, the world will not have too much chance. Because: the other shore flower blooms in one thousand, the flower falls in one thousand, Mosaic will never meet, in one thousand a reincarnation, I ended up with you.