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 Posted: Fri 21:46, 06 May 2011 Post subject: Met under the falling |
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By chance, accidental occasion, accidental collision ... ... originally strangers to you and I draw together. Make up your cute naughty courage of life is not complete, filled the flowers fall on the place you met my life is no longer lonely, no longer cold! Smile will always accompany my dream, every day is a beautiful song, and you have been most active in this song even though sad note, the pain!
there you have been happy with my flying wings, sky in Hong intoxicated people, people forget. That worry is where we met. Fallen flowers beautiful but people with a bit more sentimental. When children encounter the love of innocence, the innocence of snuggling, casual acquaintance will not be sad when people think of parting!
the passage of time love and courage in this life to make up for disposal with relentless pain. But the day will come, just as beautiful and sad met when Fallen flowers! Sky petals, long the sky for just a little more faint with incense. That day may look back through the day together, had shared with the pain [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], share the joy ... ... it is perhaps a touch of incense left [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you will be sad. Because you will not take blame to cherish. Then you will cry, smile. Because he taught you to face, to have flowers when the sky, a sky full of incense, it turned into a mother's hands, wipe your tears, your confused.
flowers will I continue to confusion with, confused with. Look out the window side of the rise of red ivy, green leaves in the high tender lips, dropping the endless thoughts, feelings and touching the blood boiling [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! They are nothing but the flowers may be small, such as dust, because they are not beautiful. Is really not beautiful? Petite flowers, bright colors, can be at most a small greenhouse princess [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], though she always tried to look at only one window across the Ivy, want to learn something, only to find a lot of things and reason. Never not figure out their own, guessing unknown.
winds and heavy downpours have not and will not understand the relentless wind and rain; no ups and downs before, Yan Liang does not understand the situation; not Taibeidaxi However, the cold will not understand human feelings. . In addition to the glamorous looks, I think I was the flower sticks. The difference is, I have drilled out the window, waiting for baptism, destruction, or die, as a gust of wind always be with you ... ...
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