 Wysłany: Pią 3:25, 11 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Shu or delay in |
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| faint fragrance floated, evoke bursts of thought. Sit by the window,beats by dre, gazing at, shady trees, vaguely see you smile like the stars such as Wu Ban dissipation. Arrangements always believed in destiny,dr dre headphones, seems like a poem, a word,moncler, a memory, add the hearts of doubly sad. Separation was destined to meet and why. Maybe waiting is a mountain, was always a little dream reunion; perhaps waiting is dressed in dust, wind, flies, no longer difficult to distinguish.
a green soul drift in boiling water, away from the noise and bustle, the porcelain cup in only Susu into journeying watch, thousands of years ago that, years later still,dre beats, and accompanied by the faint of Qin in the cup rotate - Rotate Yilianyoumeng. At first if you like the sun light into the heart, haunting lingering. Look - this a href = clean and shallow in the clouds cut the Past and Present War III situation. Waiting for the light in the quiet night, settling the vicissitudes of a kind of helpless. Pay tribute half, Mochizuki thoughts, has this dream butterfly fly past, it is so - so you missed the season, and that the Seiki free of dust, the do not know when and into the thin blue. Let the mind and blend into Qinglei and, after the mortal world in the smoke Mi. solitary implicit standard Fate kai who spent whom later you? Dim room,beats by dr dre, shaking the voiceless who is accompanied by a drop of condensation slivery tears; who to string together into a gentle poetry of Chou Yuan, Di Huai of Chu Yuan's crease in the wind? A light twist of Sweet quietly,beats by dre, Shu or delay in, or cemented in a pool of boiling water in Green Spring, earnest expectation of an afterlife kind. To the half like this. because I will be in exchange for a lifetime of happiness. No one can be found who has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes — for food or music or art. No one sees things just as I do. In all of time there's been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke1) identical laughters and tears from anybody else, ever. No one reacts to any situation just as I would react. I'm special. |
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