The temperature of the fingertips, who has played with the sorrow

The temperature of the fingertips, who has played with the sorrow

It seems that the wind blows across the heart, as if there is water dripping between the flowers. In a dream, who has become the only person I miss? Shake the finger and the flowers fall, how can the fleeting time be. Love each other, listen to the flowers falling on your shoulders. The dust