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Showers of rain rhythmic beating heart that layer of packaging. Ordinary. Simple. Not seeking happiness has become a luxury. Still raining alexander hera, heart is still shaking, didn't pay for our youth, no one can see the rainbow after the haze. Last, in the life more, less, what seems to have the light, everything is floating clouds. When the moment of waking up, the rain will stop Occasionally emerge in the life a rosy clouds, without considering whether the light never belong to me, without considering whether it beautiful forever, without considering whether it stay forever more. Resolutely jump on it, pouncing on what they think of that piece of light. When out of rhythm of life, when life beats, wrong what couldn't exist in whose life important he or she even it. "Last night alexander hera wedding, westerly garden tree, alone on tall buildings, hope the tianya road." This kind of pursuit of confused? "Pine will not regret for the kind." This ridiculous? "He found thousands of baidu, suddenly look back, that person but in the lights railing she" does it make sense to the joy? Blossom flowers, but a scene! Life is a game, play the role of a passer-by. "Peach blossom tan depth thousand feet, less than the king fall to send me." "The loving mother hand line, wandering onto clothing." "In the day to do a pair of lovebirds, on earth two trees with branches interlocked forever." It is a myth is a fairy tale. I just want to live "picking tori, carefree and see nanshan." Deer friend, bird of paradise life alexander hera pre wedding! |
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