sand painting...

the afternoon wind shook the branches, shake off the summer...
i spoke earnestly to the cicada, worried about you...
the night breeze taps the sand, the waves have no time to grow and rise...
i am more naive than i am foolish, i can't let go my love for you...
this scenery is like a painting, full of phoenix flowers...
the sprinkler in the yard, sprinkler of words of affection...
waiting for the most beautiful sunset, waiting for the story to develop...
i use the shifting sand in my hand to draw only you...
i said before that we would never be erases...
my youth begin to cause a riot...
because i loudly and roughly said i love you...
i used the lightly shifting sands in my hands to depict your face...
i also promised that it would never be redrawn...
it's a promised that i won't take back because i love you...
longing will becomes a flower, i had your memories dried into the sands in a bottle...
you're like a sand in an hourglass, dripping down...
painting beautiful nails, drinking the tea that u brewed, it turns out that happiness can be this graceful...
no matter how many sandstorms, no matter how many forks in the road, i can always still find you...
i don't care how the wind blows, i don't care how the rains fall, the more it hurt the more i'll come...
oh, love's shining tears, for you, i can act like a fool...
just because i love you...