Who that passing water was soon over and the year. Rush, time will come past disappears in the clouds, floating in the wind, with scattered rain, such as residual pieces missing, Senhyaku slightly muffled light, one stares at the fascia, is the heart of who, whose beauty is thin?
Thick Miss, such as the early flowers, sweet emotions, warm heart. The flowers are so beautiful that the extreme, let me in Shana dreams will also find your smile. Miss whispered dreams, a hint of whisper, wandering about who the social graces and making love?
Faint in the months and years often stranded long yearning, shallow thoughts, between loving love. Where snow all over the season, I stir waiting for drapery, rings of flowers blooming fall bloom day, unintentionally scattered in tears, I still look back on a thread of deep attachment.
A hit, messy in the time of the sound of wind and rain, wandering the night sky, a light scent of memories, or without a stop in you my heart. Duanhun bridge, you and I are not bear affectionately call each other, in a vast sea of people, we finally recognize each other's faces.
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