请跟我来

I've got the same pace, only to meet your arrival, the time delay in panic, please come with me ------

Have your fall

The sky seems blue,

Heart, seems to have the direction of navigation

Abandoned, had not made vows of love

Devoted, gentle stranger

In your spell, the

Let, love the flowing

Let the love spread



Brushed the dust from the soul

Stroke management messy hair

Raised his head, with a tired smile

And expectations of departure.

Honey, give me your hands,

Please come with me ... ...

Afraid of the unknown hardships

Afraid of the way thorns

Well, just

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Pear aroma, heart for love hurt

Pear aroma, heart for love hurtPear aroma, worry Heartbreak. 1000 wine, consider solution. Worldly things are impermanent. For the love hurt, laugh vicissitudes. Million lines of tears, of

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A pear to write a lot of words to say people! Love, impermanence. Heart, there is volume. Lost and having left the always want to leave, but finally have nothing left, only sentimental. Maybe you and I are right, the issue is not only a good explanation or answer. Most do not want to see is the first encounter, fear the loss of it is the first to go. Not not believe, just not to believe. Distance does not produce the United States, only two people to make the distance farther, more sad.

But the Red is like a play, song and dance will subside. Elusive and tempting as the circumstances, to pay to make absolute beauty, longing, under cover Cang natural quiet, dedicated study, dense, blooming all over deserted. The students, for whom, skim over the absolutely dismal natural, only a gentle Xu Review acclaim, they run out of affection, painting thin years, static view of all changes.

Without sunlight, there was the moon, no two people's lives, for whom also injured. Who would mind paying Flower and empty, lost Love staggered in the each year is Zhang Xiangyi? Who will be partial to me with deep water, categorically youth dim ecstasy of the day and night with Acacia? The sound of twilight crows, little Han Xing Li, Gu-step self-pity. Vertical sign will indicate who is flying like a lonely end, it's only the hint of purple shadow of the Review of TV drama.

Wait, wait

Forget themselves in all and had to trouble, and compassion that hurt ~ heart, looking around the heart of beautiful, glowing and colorful, your interpretation of this so-called life. Scattered the flowers, scattered everywhere, blood-red color in the waiting soul to complete the incomplete. Sad all this, a spin wave, love is gone.

Vanity Fair's world exists only you love, and lonely but dependent hand in hand, counting little bit lonely, measuring the distance alone. Ecstasy this yourself, only to find you have gone. Gloom, you render it at the end of my eye the barren, bleak through tender of my life. Tomorrow but you never casually promise, promise of forever with you is my life and tempting.
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Tomorrow will be better?

Why in the cold back to the past? Why species in spring and autumn in reincarnation?

Tomorrow. What I will be better. ?





I follow their time, always thought that in order to time Long Zhu, therefore, on the 'love' of the topic, I am very low key.

I follow their life, always thought that in order better than others, so far, I was a person walking.

I follow their success or failure, always thought this way can be more effective, so, now, I still have nothing.





Night, at this moment, I toss and turn, walk past, in my mind once again copied,

Road bumps, feeling the joys and sorrows, these, I have been happy What. ?





Mirror in a daze, face a face filled with vicissitudes of life, only to find, long beard grow in the mouth is no longer naive,

I laughed, I did not see the smile of childhood innocence and tempting ... ...

All the laughter is so hypocritical and embarrassing ... ...





I would like to retain the innocence, however, the road of life, life still goes on.

I can only write in text form, write down the passing away of Love ... ...





I have no inferiority complex, there is no escape,

Only in this lonely silent night, perception of life,





"Over indulgence of the play is a decadent," I'm not indulgent, not avoided.

I do not know "tomorrow" will not be off a little better?





However, I believe I will still shine tomorrow ... ...
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