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| Dream with its song hold in the fleeting clouds, let us see your face. I in the diary wrote, graduated from backward to the front entrance of addressed to yourself, see a little girl in the future with a little naive idea, I saw a year ago he wrote: "perhaps after a few years of winter, you will a no snow only sweet tube Christmas in Melbourne, perhaps ten years after you become who they want to be, perhaps decades later you are looking at old photos, remember walked down the road." And now I know that the world is big, I do not know its fold or far nu skin... Said, you my mind with, think in across the bay of you, they will think of those years, walk through the road, drink the water, drifting clouds, and through time; Pull off the hand, heard the song, the wind blowing, back off nu skin hk. In the rift in time listen to beat a horse that is we rush to the song, we are like the promiscuous women, in the dazzling streamer Lijing sent forth a delicate fragrance nu skin. |
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