The search for a perfect end to the search for a thousand years of dreams, in the late autumn, to find that the myth about love.
Today, with your company, which has become the distant romantic, right? With your company, the dream will not be full?
When I test the thoughts of your touch, you look in the eyes of my confusion. Wind, with a smile, a touch of that at this time, you leaned in next to my heart.
Feelings of desertification, it needs shade, in the depths of the desert, I use half of your heart and heating, while the other half has already set off, looking to find a love you.
Hui remnant of the evening, so put a simple line of sight.
My line of poetry, or depression, or a warm figure, which had been hastily. You know, it is not based on my feelings, many have had only my imagination that I frequently appear in the poetry of years, has only a false image, but in my solitude, and feel themselves Loneliness is not a means. Xu Yan’s heart, I have been waiting, waiting for you to have a really, my Shouzhua in your hands, the tightly.
So desire, from a season gone through another season.
Some cold water, and even some slightly sad reflection of all. I am in the eye of the vicissitudes of life, injury is a tragedy of the fall pregnant. Occasionally jump thoughts and let the water float to the surface trace of the dead ripple, to push away yesterday.
Late in the evening, I like it in the text, hovering.
You are a shining eyes, to walk in my line of sight. , Yes, do not close their eyes, I see you, my heart is watching. Percussion keyboard hand at this point in time, you feel at this moment in time, the pleasure is in the beating.
The coldest month, such as hooks, fishing love light.
If the thoughts of Artemisia, in the autumn wind raging lingering at night. Murmur of a gust of wind from the window Zhicuan into my room, the night will play up the more far-reaching means.
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