Lit a beautifully lit mood - a woman who smokes

Write your name on the cigarette and write it in the lungs to stay closer to my heart

Gradually getting used to a rule that leans against the window and uses the time of a cigarette to think about a problem. Of course, it also uses the short-lived satisfaction of a cigarette for a moment.


In a certain way, I missed one person and then relaxed and exhaled the last layer of smoke ring out of the window of spring day.
A cigarette and a lifetime jump alternately at the end of the fingers, leaving the rest for waiting...


The time of a cigarette can be a fantasy. The time of thinking or thinking about a love cigarette can be a fragment, an eternity, or an instant!

When I think of a deep breath of smoke in the sensation, I stop the tears and I'm just psychological.

When I smoke, I feel that I'm alone. I feel there's a sadness. The beauty falls from her fingers and smoke in my hands burns away.

Point a cigarette to make happiness or sadness drift so that you and I can read and understand the blue and yellow thoughts of each other in the past few minutes, entwined and circling around, waiting for the wind to blow them off the time I don't see you But also know that your calm expression of a touch of sadness!
You don't look at me but you can understand my lightness, the deepest thoughts among your fingers!


The time of this cigarette may be very close to us. Maybe we are far away. We may breathe deeper into understanding or may be missing!
Isn't it a hometown where a tear flutters?
Solitary image alienation, a few words in Suizhong At this point, I saw myself as if a bouquet of purple lilacs bloomed melancholy and looked up at the sky. The object was non-tears...


A smoke burned down and I missed a room in my life. I stuck on my love for the rest of my life. Standing like a tree in the winter, I waited for another round of life in the sound of the tide but I was waiting for you inadvertently. For the first time, you lit a cigarette for your fallen poem.
Hand, at this end, the flames at the other end!
Loneliness, lighting a cigarette lip at the end of the distance through a smoke, at this end, the flame knows to continue at the other end, only - there is - gray, only - can - finished!
It is also so dependent on!