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Red left a dream, a distant Red yo read far
left empty dream, much craze Just the End of the World. Nothing but shadows of flowers break months [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], which stained Regentville worthy lonely.
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acquaintance, and perhaps should not. Craze, when?
Today, snow. I softly said to myself: so cold.
I do not know, do you perceive the distant horizon? In this cold night, and I'm dipped in ink, show a quiet gentle Hong inactivity. The distant horizon to write my crazy idea.
always like atmosphere brought in a voiceless, to capture your Feng Ying [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], faint eyes closed, imagine you Toshihaya face, imagine you put on my hand as you pick that piece plaid wool shirt. Imagine you say: With a sweater, even in winter, you feel the warmth.
Minzui and smiled. Pear vortex, blooming the petals.
remember you said you love me. I said, do not give in love, love to pay, no pay in return, love is not so simple. Love, she is not the air, she is like air, is always in the most lonely people, just like that moment the fireworks, but also off easily then. Really afraid of this love will unwittingly, quietly lost ... ...
obsessed with the Red, there is always a dream, in the monopoly days of Floating Life, West Side knows where? You know, my heart, as you have to fly to distant horizon. I lean the pen, bit by bit, a record of the corners, the spouses [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like a song to sing, love you, you gave me courage, love you, my thoughts over the the long and arduous journey.
Oh, this winter, I peel their own inner shell, took off the thick calluses. In the night, had a small window in the thick pillow to sleep with the king is helpless sleep thoughts. You're everything, although the dream smoke, but I am but you are afraid, afraid of the screens will become even slightly cold. So I spent the whole night through slave life in the hangover, the hard Acacia was writing my little, every night willing to Junan.
standing desolately the window, the wind line, alienated melancholy, gentle song solicitation faint sound, longer than their sleep at night can be considered cruel suffering that is passionate [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], tempting in the text. Who shake off the dust of a place, do not want to pull out from the curtain Acacia Acacia sympathetic? Meet at, in that most roots Jun paper. Later, broke a endless is sadness, wondering over the ends of the earth. No account of how to eliminate this situation? This situation can not be distraction.
I read you in the horizon, however far you want me? Water, mountains and wide, Hong owned by the fog cover. Snow of the season, the only message to the red of inactivity. Believe me Zhefan mood, even as sleep talking, looked at whether the king will feel sweet heart?
avoid, age into eighty, force is the change in black hair dye cream, do not forget that the days of waiting for you.
attentively looked deep winter rhyme, locked the courtyard Fangfei. Way back in the spring of next year, will the season Muyu kiss Hua Yan, dressed in a light Delicate clouds.
Oh, you are left behind my previous dream, this life you are far away in the horizon, always put your craze.