Seeking section of who that old time, companion in shore. Fingers hit the keyboard softly, melodious voice collisions in the room time. Settled down to listen to, the original text is also so many lingering. Very often, in fact, to a person's thinking is so touching. More comfort the song of the Millennium, taste a beautiful mind, dream circle each other, met in laughter, jumping out of the endless train of thought, telling miles distant from thinking.
Like the open and deep sense, like the Valley of distant mountains from Her Dressing, which Piccolo Music Salon, this incessant cruel tragedy of Xiao, concentrating my inner voice. Meet people and events in the world too much, in the midst of our lives, some just our passenger, such as a shooting star across the sky, be a one-off in terms of, not to come by.
Hangs a curtain you dream, yearning in my hands. I most deeply in the Red dust, I keep a copy of Enron. Let a ray of a sweet savour faint, clear thoughts and that cloud of light day pray, let your life trajectory of Tolo Harbour days fanghua and the World Of Warcraft Gold like the Moon, gentle sprinkling Xie. Through the heart of tenderness in ancient times, at this point, keeping watch in the flourishing dreams gone, I love the pure land.
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