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Dengying in - day dream, string and wind still cold Shuiyou Han sing
nineteenth, since then, not publicity, after all, cynicism is not the life I want, after all, I have not patched unexpectedly, no trace of youth ... because? had a dream, a dream of eternal Therefore, your ridicules I do not care. A person without any success to be silent, because? You do not how capital can be assertive, and only success, can explain everything.
leaves one place, one to cool a fall full of vicissitudes.
why put forward a fratricidal
like a person, will be humbled to dust, and then bloom.
walk and turn, only to see his shadow, could not help but sigh, things are, people are not. I proceed from the starting point
encounter you're end.
memories of yesterday is today. Tomorrow is continuing today.
without too much
back???, still only a past? the
or hear is a lot of, a flower, a green leaf, a knowing smile, a ray of tenderness, a little heart, a warm greeting, I heard the lament sympathetic , is enough.

why everything preoccupied
we did the same dream, dream Whispering Colour? Looking at the stars, if, but not spend the temporary separation no chance, then, to choose to miss! If only the butterfly can be your eternal partner, then the choice to do what you dream of falling.
night, gently struck a chord of yearning, lingering horizon is the eternal hope and pray and love. , When the dream of the vast, wind through the rain, searching for Cheng pulls promise of future generations. Through time immemorial, have suffered a lot in our world, have been unremarkable in every sunrise and sunset, because? Have you become a colorful and picturesque. But when I finally have a fanatical pursuit of things can be when I look back, I realized that has lost many, many ......
I yearn Rain, rain is the tears of heaven, earth, rain is the pearl; rain is the source of life, rain is the life of all things; rain is a partner winds, rain is the rain and fog of the sisters.
Jiang Sheng
step by step toward my dream

? What??? the world? Yes?? of? Dan,? Why??? the world is? it? people should not get it? West. ? Their own, no? Silence, the most? Get even?, Also lost even?, Back???? 是?? Of? Sense, I? Myself?: To live under good?,?? Life how I have to go, at least I? not? be beaten?, and life? is controlled by its own.
The reason why life
read it slowly and flute in the video where is the residual wave Jiang Sheng South
thoughts and loneliness but also with me through a long night, I miss the years can become a piece of dried petals, wandering after all,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is our promise .... overtaken by events, no longer Remembrance, remove too many regrets in life, not the Acacia, stained green grass horizon.
; Restaurant Filled mountains beyond mountains outside the man upstairs who is not also not yet
Yan Zi Fuqin Lethe back earlier than the flowering of people covered with tears over the shoulder shirt covered with rustling shoulder
a sudden heavy rain, such as up, so that a plume of flowers floating in the air and fell, scattered flowers into the ruins of the notes, jumping a piece of the wounded soul of Chu. ? done psychedelic smiling wandering quarter.
like a flower of life, should be from the date of birth to a one to bloom and the fragrance of her beauty, so that the original dead desolate world colorful, full of joy.
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study on three pharynx,
Qine West Side CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST.
CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST annual Green is the Willow,
Baling not hurt.
Le Youyuan on clear autumn festival,
Xianyang Road dust absolutely sound.
sound dust extinction, westerly sunset glow,
Que Ling Han family.
remember everyone is a king in his own miserable world of vertical and horizontal pull, do not listen to me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but you do not let me listen to you.
Why fight it
why .......
angel wings broken, fell to the earth? study became my sadness.
sometimes do not have to be
you a stronger
In fact, it does not matter what
I always thought the story of mountain water, the cloud is the story of the wind,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you are my story, however, do not know, I was not your story.
the brilliant life like summer and death like autumn leaves.
Harbourside
deep dreams Whispering Colour,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], feeling, beautiful and filled with sorrow. However, the days of old, and our land, I cried silently in my heart, crying for the lost innocence, for the fall season of sorrow, flowers only once ah! Thoughts, ever find a view that we have a beautiful scene, brushed the dust of years, everything seems to just happen, where the sky does not rain, that falls onto the floor of the sound is the same. For?. This is the life of the bond, the muffled voices outside the window, abruptly that my heart can resist a move, this is no chance of fate. Whipped rain, a lot of stories over, many stories begin. Years the Buddha went to the fairy dust, leaving the reality of it is boring.

beautiful flesh and blood is in the process it has always highlight the theme of a beautiful subject; beautiful reason why eternal life is in the background, always flowing to the world's most pure human conscience and desire. Thus, the beautiful life and because of the existence of life because of the beautiful and eternal.