Autumn gradually deep, how I want to point a candle flame, the sour warm my heart, and a gust of wind blowing, I to tell the wind, he promised to take word to you, I I only said three words: miss you. Sometimes, the more want to forget, the more uprooted, overrun with thoughts, you want me to how to sort out. Often you recall a hand, will be a cast sufficient, many sleepless nights, these warm memories with me to sleep. Day and night, deep affection to the people alone, following years, to the best of love without
alexander hera.
The years vicissitudes of life, always some memory, I want to forget, those years of sweet and sour, salty, always in time, the opposing silence. Some deep-rooted experience, also with a long time, has been quietly forgotten. Some people, only in memories of the colorful; Some things, only can fallow in years. A lot in the past, yi and yi, and later, think it is a pity, sighed why; A lot of memories, often think of, afterwards, silence and, it is difficult to imagine
alexander hera.
On the surface, I can not handsome, but I must be free and easy to walk in their own in the river's lake
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