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on lonely landscape, and then see the chaos of the universe is many piles of points, innocent days, and the light flowing, saw sunset Xiao Ya, the vast world, millions of years, left all that? A stream that the saying: lost time is never around the clock. If the world vast, chaotic Qiong Yu, who also I have a clear and bright?
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less heart, I think,
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some things about the fate
implicated together by fate, then it is a tragedy, but only a touch of sadness scattered, under which is carved into the heart of the injuries sad. That is not the end of the end, there is no lingering on how beautiful life and death, but only in that particular youth, under the specific Love ripples Yang Qi, which was finally free from the no. After Fengqing thin clouds, but the time it opened a layer of gauze, the truth will allow youth to the heart of pure sour thrown. You said, for her, possessed by the Devil. I smile, and obviously want to smile, and exudes just regret. Dying in the Sheng flower season, who knows it? Xu is the love of Sheque the day, the promise is exhorted to forget the water, the promise is captures in the force is near Dai temples, after all, is fallen. Lu Li Zhong Xiao
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about fate, female children should laugh a little melancholy, is about the beautiful vows.
the many, and I ramble like a festival in another ceremony held hesitant. Growth is not the number of days, but in the accumulation of Love epitaph of a transient preamble, perhaps, time to select only the most dense of those What can Lesser of it? We have all lost before, we are sorry too, we all learn to say goodbye too seriously, tomorrow is another