Beautiful rain and wind. Raindrops fall to the ground. The peacock dances well. Rain is the language of music. Touching each raindrop is an experience beyond our imagination. Raindrops write poetry about nature Rain writes poetry about her beautiful eyes. Raindrops paint her eyes . Rain full of leaves and trees, a beautiful natural environment waiting for autumn She waits for the raindrops, she touches the autumn leaves The leaves fell in love with her . Love is a natural affection that binds two hearts together. Flowers decompose love autumn Leaves touch the spirit of love. Rain creates the literary art of musical love. Her eyes are more beautiful than nature, God is a great creator because He created her, I forget myself when I look into her eyes. It is the natural literature of love. . Clouds give way to rain and natural raindrops touch the beauty of the earth's soul. Trees and leaves are waiting for the beautiful music of the rain.When I walk in the fields by the river in the village. She sits on the canal, such a beautiful atmosphere. little rain She touched the raindrops, enjoying the natural literary beauty of the rain. I reached her. A beautiful smile full of love. The wonderful black eyes amaze me so much. The wind blows through the flowers and the autumn leaves. I am not a painter, but I designed a picture of the beautiful girl when I saw her in my dreams. If the picture has life I will steal her and keep her forever in my heart. She has a beautiful smile and a charming face with beautiful black eyes covering my memories. My literature you are my eyes. My dream is only you. She is beautiful and she wrote poetry about love from her beautiful eyes. The clouds give way to the rain, the natural raindrops touch the beauty of the earth's soul. The trees and leaves are waiting for the beautiful music of the rain. Not to mention her eyes. But her beautiful name is written in literature in my heart ..
The river of love flows through my heart. When she saw me. Her beautiful smile and beautiful eyes are adorned with beauty. I can't take my eyes off her. Such. Love. I forget myself When flowers bloom in winter. They have told many stories about love When she smiled a little, a beautiful flower bloomed for her, The rain continues to fall while waiting for her lover, beautiful moments. Love is the nostalgic rain of literature
I'm an umbrella for love rain while she enjoys the rain.Words written by her beautiful fingers in books. Nature literature ocean filled with rain of love. Love is the magical illusion of God. If love happens heart beats very fastly. Eyes direction changed . Can't get words to speak. Love is the natural affection/connection . We can't describe by words. She is the angel when she passing through streets. Flowers make carpets for her. It's nature of love.
