No wind morning, the sun be particularly quiet. Through the tree of the gap, the crumbling in the street from the show. Wearing white canvas shoes, tried to crush the sunshine of the land, and crushed the memory, not to come any clues left memories.
People, always easy to see JingSheng affection, see the born, because the best thing never forget. Never mention doesn't mean had forgotten, but hidden in the bottom of the deeper.
Last night, a little... Let me unknowingly open that song, listen: "because dreamed you leave, I wake up with a cry... look at night breeze blows windowsill, can you feel my love......"
My in the mind again, there was a strange feeling, listen: "till old to that day, if you are on my side... look at the oath lies with the past, have slowly..." And there is a feeling of lost heart floating in...
Perhaps is a kind of induction, perhaps is a kind of I don't forget, perhaps is a half-hearted, perhaps more of a kind of the touch of the oceans maybe in your eyes it is a false induction right, but also a hypocrite did itThe rain fell down the static sound, the midnight with winter, fell out of the heart Mo silence, only the infatuation death.
The xiao silence, such as the pieces of paper was ripped off in the general. Winter in my sleeping quietly, I curled up in bed with joy that point in the warm......
Leaves falling leaf in the air over the autumn, it seems that everything in the stranded filled with illnesses yesterday. In my hands that prowl fall so dies, have to go unnoticed, have felt it, as the sun in the hand in hand will be finely habitat to grow. That moment will be missed. And in this round of the season, I seem to have been in that country is deeply in to come out.
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