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were cut west window, your posture enchanting, swaying a yellow candle, whose idea to grazing. Moonlight infected with your hair, Cream, drop a land desolate. Away from the people of melancholy, Yan Lei's injury, your flowers do my other side of the desolate, Pipa Sheng who is heartbroken crying sound of movement. Lotus Lu weeping wounds overnight,
air max 95, thousands of miles away, thoughts of you cross the barrier of space, garden flowers, and that a rain of flowers, the tears flowing.
flowers the other side, who À lights. Seamless heart dream, suddenly, the Bana open, bloody flower. The extradition of the lost souls, lives on the road, Bana sea, but not flowers leaves, leaves students but not flowers, mosaic the two do not meet, life and life-phase fault. Bana sea, enchanting your face.
Tears thousand lines,
nike air max 95, hazy season of injuries this season. Your fingers Qingchan ripples,
2o1o, the latest sad love songs, songs name!, to open this summer in pink halo. Down Huaman Yuan, who buried long for.
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the evening, small bridges of words. Journal of the evening twilight,
2010 air max, who'd put gold red Seduction. Setting sun,
air max 180, such as blood, a sad song, sung with no way out what North Korea's bitter tears. Freehand ink on rice paper,
nike air max 2011, and your face I can not forget the throbbing life. Fertile ground for thousands of miles, bone howl, jingchan who hearts. Cuckoo, nightingale desolate tsunami, what makes them such a panic. Your black hair falling melancholy,
air max 2009, thick smoke into the silent, far from that edge of the foothills and the forest gradually filled in my heart desolate wilderness.
flowers the other side, who À lights. A little Red Sea, depleted clutch joys and sorrows, the metamorphosis of the number wrong. On your waist belted, Huanpei midnight ethereal Qing Xiang, spread my thoughts will call. A crescent arc, quiet on the Liu Shao, who is unhappy in the sense of loss the night comes in the evening breeze sigh, who is on the invitation to dance under the Hanyue, who again who is forgotten in between the bones of falling.
flowers the other side, the lights for you to Lanna.
West Lake, your beat of my heart, I no longer War in the twenty-four bridges under the moon shines on the frost. Your garden flowers do my lonely, thoughts of you care in a row egret wings, fly to the Castle. But i can not find the way to when the vicissitudes of my Shuangbin fall. Dongfeng lost your appearance, such as the exposed end of a Ge be your gentle face, years of legend,
和儿子一块儿发展 - Qzone日志, you stray genius for my beauty. Face waves of water vapor, smoke covered the injuries you turn Yan Lei.
your attic is my longing for heaven, West Lake bridge, whether there are lingering misty rain in autumn, bright eyes, light the title Tears, wild riding nowhere, who was desolate Drum and bell sounded prehistoric. A bouquet of flower fragrance, the whisper in the night, who closed through the window, talk to who's missing.
35063 2010 年 07 月 08 日 16:44 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
flowers the other side, who À lights. Yo golden,
人民币情书！！绝对经典！ - Qzone日志, endless, said unknown, for whom the roots of dance. Drifting purple bottle, filled with my thoughts of you, without the compass of the light aircraft, wandering alone in the sea. Until you picked up, a blend of southern, lonely lane in the rain paper umbrellas under the rain tapping on your fingers the rhyme tone, struck the strings of my heart that Kuse ring. Providence House, looking the opposite direction,
air max 2010, the attic above, you are lonely, who face depression, heart of hope. While relentless rain, green plantains, red cherry, wet your garden flowers. Your wind chimes, Brisk Singing, heal me every night of the injury.
flowers the other side, who À lights. Faint feelings, thoughts chaos, for whom possession.
pavilion the evening, thousands of miles heartbroken the world, your buried dusk dawn I warm the other side of me who is regrettable in that the banks of the bitterness of such a bowl of boiled Meng Po, forget the face of your life, stop in the next life the moment pass.
boundless private rain, stick my face wet, so cold, woke up decadent sinking heart hurt. Faint from the martyrs, who even now to who Tian Xiang, the night has been boiled a pot of tea, boil, I examined the taste. Who is in the wind dismal nonsense, sound of breaking human intestinal, your three thousand fragrant elegant silk, and my infatuation wound, far shore, weeping willows, filled the air of Xu, who is immortal complex.
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