Initially, the thought is a spring of love songs, it is rain tonight. DDD, tapped on the door window. Meditation, slightly feeling a little cold. So, anyway, a skinny pen, writing time. Initially, the thought is a spring of love songs, it is rain tonight. DDD, tapped on the door window. Meditation, slightly feeling a little cold. So, anyway, a skinny pen, writing time.prada handbags sale
But the opposite, there is always a tender, gentle mottled fleeting. Remember the first met amazing, is like a flower in full bloom in May the cherry blossoms, accidental eyes encounter the moment, lit up all care. Two hearts in the lingering, in the time of the pages, the folder full of yesterday's warm. Love on, through the dim light memory, fall in the life the most beautiful picture. Over the years the promenade, on the other side of the flowers of the season, a blooming flower, ran aground in the winter cold. Partly hidden and partly visible, but cannot keep the heart of love.
So, I, always walk in the noise of the earth, into a passer-by. Even though, the thoughts of the heart in full bloom, but also the meteor, dim and dark. Just a breeze, diffuse into the harbor. In the moon, writing and. So, the red heart, echoing laughter alone, alone, alone, ask and answer......
In fact, I always want to ask myself, if, the years have forgotten me, whether I would be lost in the confused world? If, you forget me, I will wander in the dim light of yesterday? Unfortunately, these, I couldn't answer. As the events of the past, and finally in a cold and snow in the end! Memories, but is also pale words, scattered in the leaves sparse hometown. Can't say regret, tracing not sad, no tears overflow, worry no results, finally also cannot pull back thin! Leave, perhaps, just the drama, with yesterday's dialogue...... And I, it is time to take the innocence of yesterday, their eyes.財務
So, the old story, in the cold wind, even with flying, falling into the bonus, or land, no longer have the fragrance of yesterday. "Yellow moss Road, where the sweet Xie powder. The message was heavy, many tonight lovesickness. Rain, rain, by the wind to half." Every thought, feeling slightly. Great, is so sad. Deciduous drunk, I was cold winter Ling cold wind, cold wake! Wake up in the night, No one shows any interest in!
Many times, I quite envy some of my friends. Lonely, nausea, upset, not happy, want to find a person to accompany the... Is nothing but a simple phone call, good. And I, most of the time, is lonely, silent, text, find some comfort! After all, friends also have their own life.
Midnight, repeatedly listening to a song, hear are not aware of the existence of music. As once, like say, good habits. Years of light, do not leave sorrow; tenacious of life, not to recall the past. Even if it is sad to cry, also want to smile to life. In fact, I didn't like wandering, also didn't like lonely, no surface so strong, the reality is not forced, nor did I tell what discourse! If once the fault, is the result of my infatuation. So, whether this is the matchmaker on April Fool's joke.
A hand not time, a hand push not to open the fate, can do, just a silent down! Vaguely, I have been pursuing the question, whether this is not the real answer!Finally, is to leave

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