In the years of reincarnation, I alone would not old, not because of fear of elimination of color, scattered fragrant, just because it is not with you for a moment.
Swab the missing eye, hope not to wear the past
cover for galaxy s3, once naive to think that a promise is life, a kind of waiting is a world. But later, I was lost in a street named memory, hard to find export.
When hard, love hate to yuan, Acacia red, eyes without a trace.
If I can see, I can see the world of mortals may. If the memory is no longer spread
cloud computing companies, I may not have so many thoughts.
How I have since missed you, dreaming of meeting you again and again. Tonight, I keep turning the silver lamp to your face. As I'm afraid of having our reunion turned into yet another dream as they did before.
The flowers bloom several and autumn
wigs long hair, people are hurrying to and fro. Leaving sorrow.
In the years of reincarnation, I am still in the lonely waiting, waiting for a smile, warm me half Bing Xin; for a review, eliminating me lonely......
Busy fall, you are still waiting for me.
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