"Zhang Ailing said: perhaps each men all have such two women, at least two (Diablo iii Gold). Married red roses, as time passes, red changed the wall with a mosquito blood, white or before bed the moonlight, and married white rose, white is the clothes with a grain of rice stick son, red is center of the chest up a warm spot." For you: (in my deepest despair, meet the most beautiful surprise. You are my feelings in the dust covered with a white rose) the flower. If you can, I hope that we are a fish, so in this period of years have youth meet, had done before, in natural and unrestrained turn, everything can be dissolved. Dear, met you, in that brief season, because someone casual leave, cause I the whole people were displaced, no longer feel any warm can receive me, is your smile such as plover of warm summer for my gray and desolate makeup. Listen to "the dream be one" think of us those a together of the night, is you taught me to grow, how to flying ideal, realize the idea. And about the emotional, maybe we ever also want to be happy, also want to the end of time, but the happiness is not so simple, we would not be in to speak more, even humbug strength didn't, I have an appointment to feelings between us has come to a pale degree, although several times all want to keep each other, but our happiness is like the period of the string quitar and how to connect, sound or not. So we are tired, tired hysterically. I met you in, like the fleeting meteor, very beautiful but very short, also or like that in a hurry a flash in the pan, bright at night in bloom, quite death before dawn. We just rush to have met, but I do remember clearly a bright moment. And to me, but the choice of the wind died rings which you, and those who are lonely with youth, hurried put it over, and then stalled in the end of the time, let it open three miles on the other shore with the—you just bears won't come back.
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