昨夜青侣

They do not inject jealousy but beautiful memories. The memories, being piled up yesterday, today and tomorrow, are sweet, real and everlasting. Write a poem of love and let the brush stroke the happiness day by day forever. 昨夜青侣 我看见的他们甜蜜他和她贴着对方就像鸳鸯也似花蝴蝶 她靠着他的肩旁他揉着她的腰不装作也不炫耀亲切得舒服 玻璃的反光我看清一丝丝的温柔深刻她随手的挑逗很熟悉就连亲嘴也唤起了记忆 巴士送走了小青侣却带不走回忆记得你的一且记得你对我好 Saturday, 18 April, 2009 Skai Chan @ http://sillydumb.com .