Subing has a crush on long before midnight, then later I like quiet midnight fantasy you touched my hand warm, I believe, good things will happen, and my thoughts are also with the orientation of your language, as experienced South wind haze all go, my heart is so soft and very soft.
Always like with a flower flower to engraved afterlife of memory, in I of dream in that is you of face, I wanted to, afterlife of this flower flower will will in Jiangnan shore of first field rain in the quietly for I bloom, that slipped Yu petals Xia of drizzle is we Acacia of tears, that moment, kingsing of bright will will in I of heart firmly of was hold down. Then, it's a beautiful time, like in my heart like trickle gently move about.
From here, in this connection, spent at the turn of that with the fixed stare, a centerless promised, in this connection, banished all the happiness. When you see the first drops of rain fell on the land and soon wore off when I know, this must be something in them hide something heavier than thoughts a little, but it must be lighter than in the end you find the answers.
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