2011年06月13日
Shuttle sadness in glass text
Shuttle sadness in glass text
Own country where the sadness in the text, Yiziyizi the name of luxury, sensing the heart, poetry, poet, Poetic. The vicissitudes of human reading, counting the black hair human hair, fathom the depths of the mind calm. In the long time in the boundless, finally Kuhe your thoughts. Yin Yan Yanyan once, turned into a little redness, tightening my chest cinnabar mole, only the fingers gently ask it left a little residual heat up. -
Time to give way and miss, had imagined goes very sincere face, and my deepest sorrow from the heart flooded out. Thousand Needles million lines, like the Pan Sidong in the monster, bound to others and just hold his own. The faint flash in the dark black hair, a trace of fading, broken. -
Fiddle under the tip of the nose, seems to smell like rotting leaves smell, a surge of cold in my heart trembled, and that Zhebu Le thoughts eyeful, cover any of the pain, such as mountains, little by little time goes by, their sparse mad indulgence. For teenagers, Homecoming, have paid off so the tile, ruins. -
See only your back, tears in the eyes closed, roll between. Always felt clearly in front of a very long way, said a good agreement, then race to do in an instant wipe. You may be afraid of hurting deeper, I chose to leave with pride. We'll become a stranger, it might be kind of both! Do not want to go wrong.
Love has gone, why should I Kukuxiangqiu. I am here, and you're in the sky
Sailing yacht, carrying my heart thinking of you, at this time if you are thinking of me, the past is no longer voyage, memory has become a brand, my heart is in Bo move, my heart is in the navigation tip spit I miss the sea is not calm my heart, listening to endless sad song, sung countless human intelligence, a few words could not finish wire, to go finish the End of the World Road ... ...
Days are blue, the heart slightly wide, very quiet night, the dream of tearing cool. Iraq has been falling for the Millennium tears, recalling your smiling face, and my tears filled the winter. After the turn, could not find the lost promise, the promise to each other, silent now in return for the fall patchwork of memories. Traces of tears in exile, and the diary of memories, now dead leaves falling in autumn in.
Own country where the sadness in the text, Yiziyizi the name of luxury, sensing the heart, poetry, poet, Poetic. The vicissitudes of human reading, counting the black hair human hair, fathom the depths of the mind calm. In the long time in the boundless, finally Kuhe your thoughts. Yin Yan Yanyan once, turned into a little redness, tightening my chest cinnabar mole, only the fingers gently ask it left a little residual heat up. -
Time to give way and miss, had imagined goes very sincere face, and my deepest sorrow from the heart flooded out. Thousand Needles million lines, like the Pan Sidong in the monster, bound to others and just hold his own. The faint flash in the dark black hair, a trace of fading, broken. -
Fiddle under the tip of the nose, seems to smell like rotting leaves smell, a surge of cold in my heart trembled, and that Zhebu Le thoughts eyeful, cover any of the pain, such as mountains, little by little time goes by, their sparse mad indulgence. For teenagers, Homecoming, have paid off so the tile, ruins. -
See only your back, tears in the eyes closed, roll between. Always felt clearly in front of a very long way, said a good agreement, then race to do in an instant wipe. You may be afraid of hurting deeper, I chose to leave with pride. We'll become a stranger, it might be kind of both! Do not want to go wrong.
Love has gone, why should I Kukuxiangqiu. I am here, and you're in the sky
Sailing yacht, carrying my heart thinking of you, at this time if you are thinking of me, the past is no longer voyage, memory has become a brand, my heart is in Bo move, my heart is in the navigation tip spit I miss the sea is not calm my heart, listening to endless sad song, sung countless human intelligence, a few words could not finish wire, to go finish the End of the World Road ... ...
Days are blue, the heart slightly wide, very quiet night, the dream of tearing cool. Iraq has been falling for the Millennium tears, recalling your smiling face, and my tears filled the winter. After the turn, could not find the lost promise, the promise to each other, silent now in return for the fall patchwork of memories. Traces of tears in exile, and the diary of memories, now dead leaves falling in autumn in.
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