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Through the winter season, some have heart feelings, feeling, but it is lopsided.
spring in March, setting off a trace of my tipsy. I saw bunches of white magnolia blossoms [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], gently blooming branches [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], smile pear nest. Spring scenery, charming and tempting in the dream down, the subtle fragrance surplus sleeves.
the beginning of spring and mind, who brush with colorful, blooming only hint of the new green? If the arc of life, in the course of the exercise, the back less than the initial starting point, then, that the Red, pear broken heart broken months of study, will be difficult to water combined water, Zen winking. In my heart, apart from you is nothing being done. Susan
my only weekend, marks the heart placed in time, the clarity, the Ming and Qing.
course, memories are always stay, stay in the winter. In the winter, I said I was cold, hard heart of the fire, you will give me hands Mei Ah cream, I never have felt the warmth. In the winter, is full of full of thoughts of you Barbara, was filled full. In the winter, you have said many times, tighten your hand, do not easily let go.
But, slowly, I found that there is an escape to start between you and me around the corner. That is, you say quiet, is elongated with you my heart vessel, drifting away. I desperately want to catch, to seize the past has been, the soft heart that clinical language, those who do not want to lose the dream ... ... Unfortunately, no matter how I also can not catch that in the past. Epiphyllum, always open at night. OK, almost always idle time is not so long.
linger in your heart happy and warm, like the air, like the time when you reach out, fingers close together, caught always empty. Elusive and dust smoke, past the wind.
If the spring is a start, then fall on the just and the memories of an affair. So, to hide all traces of the spring, the rest of the depression will not just after you leave the warmth?
how many smile of light shining Weimang depths of a hangover in the falling out? Collection carefully fold in the autumn in the heart. In what way any of you calm down, do not have any two forget themselves. I think eventually you will not forget the winter soft language.
that the winter season, I climbed the vestiges of the years, but do not take you step on my sunshine.
that the winter season, I do not forget me singing, but singing not the treasure you gave me life.
that the winter season, I read the moon to send a thousand miles, but could not finish love you gave me three thousand mourning.
that the winter season, I reprove the sunset sooner or later, because of you, my world from a mirror-like bright.
a sentence this way: doomed to this life, I will miss my tears and to keep us that the past season.
those old things, like flowers in winter, stand in the branches [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he served as the invasion of cold, but the pace is so hurried. Between the thinking in the study, Barbara's care can only tears to write you my story? Why, why not let all the tears, with her light and heat your thirst?
whom wish to Cifu Yan, three thousand black hair dye cream.
a trace of hair between the eyebrows, the faint down. Eyes of affection, such as the sea in Qingsi Kuwata, Su Jian outline is Sansei Love III. Winter to spring, the ups and downs one after another memorable lingering left. Write a tie henbane, portrait unlimited, taught me how to forget the silent heart of winter season?
always like to remember and recall once in my life for some time, I walk the mountain trail, accompanied along the way there the wind, have your phone Emotional companionship, time, I am so happy and happiness. Phone, I can clearly hear your hearty laugh, suppression, or feel your breath, on the ear.
since I think I was the happiest woman, mind has been wandering around against the wind. Because I know you are not willing to leave me, even if only a shadow of nothingness.
love this stuff, you never know. Comes, mostly affectionate, light when immersed fear. Such a day, every day concerns, the tangled mind. Study the impact of two people, unconsciously, pull away, so that the relative silence.
gently ask myself in this [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a deeper drain a long night, how safe it is difficult to go to bed? Dressed in the silver screen by the weak light, to express the idea does not matter to me. Rotate the mixing of air taken by pregnant women, hidden through the fingertips cool earth. Broken pieces Parting, remained silent. In the round Bridge moon night, those words Pingze residues, the end can not be successful.
strands of heart worries, only this time, keystrokes also appeal, the heart words micro Yin, accompanied Jun drunk laugh, to three years. Three years later, I will bury this season this season Winter Sonata, a thousand times a million times.
this honestly the idea, but unfortunately on the ink, the mind within. That time, that season, the blank, then the lock is the heart. And you are all my children who love to Jingya, only the turn of a cool lake, will not count in the loss of the bustling crowd ...
sit a Jingya the spring, the Zhuyingyaohong, only dressed in light shallow smile, imagine the winter season, TV drama, give up thinking.
have you, very warm.