Artistic bunches of flowers Nun quiet temperature, will this eight characters, each engraved in a white petals, actually, the meaning of the daisies not depart, not QingShang. This ordinary of quietly elegant flower, overdraw life, annotation purple to spring day.
Tried to have the mandala lovers.there long-cherished wish and QianChenBuRan brahman line, send out the sizeable fragrance.
Over the years, maybe not count of the long, can't wait to forget. Time has been abandoned in the next cycle, the winter wind with a few minutes devastation, marked the tree, little, and in the moment of homelessness, dancing with the profusion, flourishing danger, happened to hear it in the softly crying, and in telling to who?
It's pain in the zero completion before the mud struggle, the lonely leaf, let it go with the wind...Is in expectations, or to suppress the unknown blurred. Is recall in shenzhen's craziness, or missing shipwreck once was the water vapour. Is regret, or regret, so that not extricate themselves?
Yes, still a bo a ruthless tears, and hate not to meet not shave. Buddha said put your hatred as to my well, so what is love, and the where? Buddha is no solution, I only walk. Walking in the forget love, forget yourself, forget the Buddha.
I thought even if not together is also can remember, I thought you said that love can love to do not love is right, I thought you I am really in love, I thought we have Shared memories!
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But today I just understand, so you I want to have a big gap between the, you pursue love from the beginning is not mine to give. Now it's just me still live in about your world, and you have not my that who who who!
Feeling WeiYang, even if you already not in my side, even if I can only ZiShang lonely shadow, even though I have been truly love. When a breeze breeze brought the soul neon, do you still think of past?
Lily aromas, jiangnan rain lane, still in you before xuan skirts, and look, dawn frost, wetting the petals of the flower. The distant mountains, with who want to read, I stand alone the collateral, widely hide from bashan, want to ask, why are you so silently, so silently.
Poor people lean on the front Windows I solitary, endless sentimental. Let me HSS cry, but no, your a look back. For several degrees of confusion, wild, a few degrees, and now, with the wind can only skirts, and where will you be a party, never return?
Snowflakes floating in him, and would not melt. The pale sky like ice world as remote, I in vain can't find direction, where is the other side of the heart? How has to be able to turn this July snow, these would not change the clinging to read? Yes, meet for such as no see, what love is relentless.
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