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I would like to know what is a period of long memory, childhood is the ice cream melting rapidly in the hot sun, wearing cotton cloth skirt traversed the long journey, is the moment you fell in love with, or after that long and painful miss?
I do not know, I hard to tell.
I just hated their love still remember that in each of nuances, without the slightest omission is alarming in the integrity. In the quiet of the night they float out, in my mind constantly staggered cycle, ultimately forming a long, but after Montage. I love this Mopan, how much I carry warmth, and countless young.
Drink a cup of water, and take big way, in the corner of a scenic view to the beach to listen to a tsunami. My body hygiene lonely rattan, tied winding around and correct tangled knot. Then I found despair, a rattan on the antennae are trying very hard to use memory, I do not have new things to support, then the past Fanyong intensified.
That some things, the more afraid of catching up with Yuexiang escape, the more can be the more difficult it is to dispel his suspicion. This simple truth presumably you have to understand, but I also Shasha, in a cycle, unable to extricate themselves.
I remember once identified as the belief paternity around you want to see Yunjuanyunshu to see over personnel changes, and we will always be Buchibuqi Xiangshou posture. Present, present, immortalized Inverness.
Who said, however, some New Year, but that is only a person's wishful thinking. Despite such efforts, then I think your life in a profound mark, but in your heart, and that I am only a little dust, the wheel of time will be Sid Nianguo clean, wind a scratch.
I also think you need to understand that I am the only love, serenity, warmth, but not always closely related storms and waves. Do not suspicion, I will no longer suspicion. Do not disturb, I would walk away. If you installed in my mind, what is good. But now I understand, if I understand how you again for you, if you love everything to no avail.
I Chixiang those young ah, and finally in the cruel reality of the angular Zhongping, the An light, in your words, cut off all Guoluo.