Pre-existence of Tears

 I mm is dead floating in the midnight of the soul!
You are my past lives mm tears!
The color of my red dress, the ice was biting my bare feet. I wore hair disheveled and saw no , cold streets, good dim lighting, a good wind good big moaning cry? Please do not set off my Qunjiao, wandering barefoot I can not fly; Please do not tear my hair, I was lonely soul they are not as cute elf!
you crystal clear, warm enough to melt an iceberg. you can be hidden in the heart flow to my eyes, has been dodging the selfish joy, joy I would not give to any one little, even in my piercing when you want to have.
in front of you and me across the Milky Way, the rise can be seen, but is always parallel lines. I know one day I will have the pleasure of revenge, I will laugh a see you cry! my stubborn way to avoid their lives, around the athletic, adhere to cure my drink, I just want to look back, waiting for you to cry.
ah Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind, the color of my red dress, I The bare ice was biting .......< br> I saw my grandfather's coffin was carried out of wool hut hut; see grandmother wrinkles as hard as Daoke; saw his father growing apathy weary eyes; saw his mother angry wave of my hand, I like the wizard-like hair, beautiful arc in the air paddled; I saw I was standing on the grass wild, wet clothes wet around him, Crescent Moon and ready; I saw the stream merry children dancing ....... I want to cry, but your heart is hiding flowing in my eyes, stubborn happy alone, you see, my fists clenched so tight!
ah Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind, I dress the color red, the ice was biting my bare feet ........< br> I saw my crush on the man. not that courtly with glasses, he is just a wolf in sheep's clothing; not that suit and tie, he just has a strong possessive businessman; more than long hair that has a temperament full of decadent, artistic addition to his eyes only garbage, but I am not art. I'm obsessed with that to In that, see no, other side of the road! fog so big ah, I'm standing here, how could not see him. I close my eyes, the wind blew it blew it, I looked up, with open arms Imagine a butterfly flying in the past, like, feel his heartbeat, his breathing, the taste of him, he just only about shelling fantasy caterpillars, in the near future will have butterfly wings. can be nothing after all, opened his eyes in the occasion. he is still the guardian of journeying across his patch of landscape, let me watch him in the side of daydream. I really want to cry, but you're flowing in my eyes hidden heart, I asked Where are you? you're just stubborn hiding, secretly laughing at me, your laugh sounds good, ah, you see, my broken heart or a place of crystal arrived but you!
ah Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind, I dress the color red, biting my bare feet of ice .......< br> I see I was a like a big brother across the street arm around the man. He tall, thin, wearing a faded Jeans, who has a touch of lemon, and warm his slender fingers, his eyes small and when he laughs narrowed child line, clean and bright, like a child. He often hug armful of lilies on my hand years. want me to put their children a piece of torn petals, and then help me find clean dirt thrown into the air, I saw the world from the large tracts of snow white children! I finally want to cry, but you're stubborn dodging the happy, laughing with, you see, my eyes filled with desire!
my heart is getting colder, but began to have inexplicable joy, I think I'm going to wait until the day when you cry .. .....< br> ah Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind, the color of my red dress, biting my bare feet of ice ......< br> night was cold, cold streets of a good, faint yellow lights glowing. I wore her favorite red dress, looking at him: pull me across the street!
my hand to be held in the warmth. I gently close your eyes, like the quiet enjoyment of this sudden happiness, imagination a simple child to be a kind big brother who held the road. Suddenly, the big brother let go of the hand is gone! I was still standing there quietly, waiting for the big bird warm hand, I still close my eyes, hear any sound, I locked myself in a small circle in the happy, warm, good good ...... warm in the little moments that may, felt a strong wind, cold and ah, there TAXI sharp brakes ...... I see myself suddenly fly like a butterfly-like, my red skirt flying in the wind, the air and made a beautiful beautiful arc ...... I gently landed big brother's side, as quiet as only the red wing of the butterfly kiss the rose that is blooming in the lily midnight! I saw on the ground Tai Tan Tai Tan red color liquid, they like my red dress, like red, like a blossoming flower in full bloom on the ground slowly, why is not lily white? I see that as the big brother of the man standing in there, blankly looking at those children red flowers slowly open, ah. so happy ah, he heard the voices of flowers midnight ...... I saw him slowly squatted down, gently hug me since I saw him hold hold hands ...... children covered with red petals, but I so so soft, despite how he hugged me in his arms, my head still to the outside arches, but also by how his shoulder is not tight, in fact, I'm so tired; I Always hands hanging straight down, despite how he put them into his neck up, no matter how tight hug that warm place, grabbed it can feel the blood flowing, grabbed it can feel His heart, in fact, I really do not want to let go! to why he was let go at that moment? just to point that cigarette?
night is still so quiet, street light or so dark, only the wind seems to be even greater. but then just a moment only, is to change the world no. I see my hair flying in the wind, and my red dress like a huge red butterfly Fly Fly ....... I The man heard a wounded lion as sad throat, sounds sad Speranskia, resounded through the streets of the cold! finally, finally I see you mm tears from my eyes oozed slowly, the way in the dark so as under the pearl-like crystal clear, one, two, three, four ...... I started to laugh out loud, I finally had that day, the terror of my loud, full of vigor and pride of the victors conquer sense. I finally smiled on the streets this night to see you cry! you finally run out of is my conquest!
When tears are in tears, I was laughing!
ah Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind, I wear red color skirt, biting my bare feet of ice.
I set foot on the Land of the Dead Road, through athletic, a drink Mengpo Tang, all of them will forget, I sing out loud: the wind, blowing north ... ....