Keep the night light, tilt Zhan of liquor, dim light, to look forward to with you, who is so beautiful night, lingering long in the text means that season, flowers of the desolate, without the five hundred times in the past, if there is no night holding the vicissitudes of life, tears away thousands of lines, drop the word you. Keep the night light, tilt Zhan of liquor, dim light, to look forward to with you, who is so beautiful night, lingering long in the text means that season, flowers of the desolate, without the five hundred times in the past, if there is no night holding the vicissitudes of life, tears away thousands of lines, drop the word you. A cup of drink, little bit of melancholy, a ray of Acacia, loving tired since the late cold autumn wind, wind, cold, cold intolerance. The past, the season of tea millet flowers, like the turn back, incomplete old dreams, like the wine, thin a roll of Acacia old words.
Time flows away the fingers of the sand, the wind old your eyebrows picturesque; but also hurt I delude one to folly of waiting, looking back at the office, softly, spare tears, that love, composed a plaintive melody, in full bloom in each Acacia night sleepless night, in looking back, I see a silhouette, the life only such as first beauty, but also can only find in a dream, after all, is only the life dream, qingshenyuanqian.
Curved thin month, a few Xu Xinghuo bleak, desolate with shear tenderness, full of melancholy, become the fingers dancing characters, the cool breeze was blowing, the crescent moon outlined all my pale, be walking in the quiet moonlight a sigh, who let me lonely sad, but sad lonely, so at a loss, in the moonlight elongates the terribly fatigued shadow; gently picked up that a heart injury, such as singing, don't go back to the past is feel helpless I to you and the years countless. Events such as the air but also dream.
Through the month, Fu Shaohua, the empty look back HKUE DSE, a flourish as Epiphyllum; read the oath, such as flowers, coast to coast, sea has no words. A touch of melancholy, loneliness, free shoal in memory, time no longer had people, sigh air to month. Fill a cup of bitterness for his wine, drink Acacia thick, he sighed, knowing is drunk people, or people from drunk. Twilight hope that North Korea thought appearance in a clear eyes full of tears, but in a stabbing pain in the dream of flowers. Busy things gone, the tender feelings is not alone in the moon; heart from cool, drunk a cup only complex. Night drunk from the war at last, alone and desolate people ask; Zhan wine a cup of frozen intestines, drinking endless grief at separation and joy in union.
The static number of thin flow years, the long, lingering; all sorts of Acacia, the dream to. Raised worries flap, falling acacia. Drunk moon back, then love no pan, looking back now has become a ruin; Mo Yan the past as vain, who had not met Qing qiao. The bustling around as bleak PolyU Instagram, used a piece of paper to record it all, now the stacks of feeble paper filled with memories. The quiet, solitary ghost, carrying many lonely, when I look back, the curtain within reach of the dream, but also how to piece together a complete picture.Gradually, more and more far

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