2011年1月4日星期二

This is a sentimental displaced

This is a sentimental displaced

Shizumori fragrance years, time drift apart, that touch of life, who PASSING east, around the ring fingers, an empty sigh life is a dream. Wife! Flowers open for whom? Edge light! Flowers for whom defeat? Somewhere doomed, this a romantic, displaced.
- EDITORIAL

That year, the youth dance is Fanghua, bright colors applied with the young and frivolous, colorful and gorgeous long wave of macro dream, that one owned Aomi Kuwata, whose son stone engraved with a sincere love, has become successful. Never look back, azalea season, yet full of lonely walls, the sunset has good long pull of your figure, this moment, no time to say goodbye, has become forever. -
Lonely clear autumn, through the Homecoming, the huge scene years, like a very empty city, I have been in the search, to find your past lives, I am sad, I like, get people the fate of creation, a piece of paper love letters dance of any text, any heart sink. Expand started to write the article, recalled in between the lines, this love of a pain in the past, for I miss! -
Slender memory of the Yangtze River north, a thousand sail past the best, the deep blue sky, dreams grow wings, you carry a red elegant way, beautiful than appearance, will hold you truly feel, when the bell will ring at midnight awakened the sleeping dream, sweating, loss in vain, time erode the material has not the certainty of people, but erase this CD-long thoughts. Wind long, long time. In the snow of the child at night, the windows of a knot in the North the ice, such as tears, my eyes in the wind Piaoye candles, shining a long past life that dust, and then find your own shadow, any thoughts swirling.
A person's thoughts! Nowhere to hide, the lanterns of the loneliness, the loss of a long night, the night was still hear the wind, rainy night listening to the rain, the old feelings spilled over the floor of the Rouchang. Month! Cold, the distances sky and sea, unmoved, Yangtianchangtan, "middle can have my pain relief medicine? So that I Love in this watery, the deep feeling of whistling at you, then fall asleep?" -
Sit at the junction of years, time's hand dyed white eyebrows, looking forward to you again after this intersection, look at me, remember my face tonight, and even dissipated in the sea, this is not a rush to rub shoulders Otherwise, the empty waiting, watch a lifetime of the stone, silly old, grudge millennium.
The window is dark brown stiff twigs swaying in the cold, clouds Flow, silent, with the flow and warmth of a weak under the lantern, hovering between light and dark loneliness, splashes crushing waves, such as pure skirt, the more the line farther, eventually turning green grass all the way to the ladder at the unattainable.
Things spread out among the palm of flow, the branches are covered with life, one happy or sad love story, the ice-free in a few dollars to cover the tragic ending, the clouds covered with your hand in warm complete. Life has always been the case, pregnant there sad, happiness also Chu pain, but after the storms, rainbow always hang up the sky, the years will be summarized as follows resume our smile, And if the past is the lamp of Acacia again pick out a tiny heart on Sparse, fragrance full of clothing, you still my heart the most soft soil at a cup of Kam. Love, why so fond? -

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