Section of the road, played a face to face, smiling too, enough. We still travel their journey, we still have to complete at different times in our respective lives. Another gorgeous fireworks will eventually return to the initial quiet, had all the hot end will be back on the plain of fleeting time. Encounter of the Yi Sha, I know
There is a feeling called constant length, independent of joy, sadness has nothing to do. Tears, as only this feeling. Looking back, in a silent eyes and soft of mind. Scenery that will still be in your my world. I have heard, have been singing the old songs are still children echoing in the wind … … A meteor is
A love story of Shenyang to Beijing in the winter than the cold bit of roadside snow do not, strictly cold wet night filled with a light layer of fog, so the car window along the street as the building’s neon Shaman cast a general hazy. Nectar Street taxi onto the phone rang, a light rain: "I’m sorry! Mud, I
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Sometimes ask him loudly: you Will occasionally hear the song "sailing" Can be used in K when the song sound sing a drunken singing the song "Friends, do not cry" "My friends do not cry I am still your mind back to places friends do not cry to trust our own way … … the sea to rare few true
Friends the love Please do not do not care … …" Fleeting rush, Shaohua gradually. Many quiet little ink in the past on into one word: or miss, or heat and. The memory of those who have soft, deep dive heart of the spa as long as a thought, would gurgle to emerge, soaked popular The warm, wet eyes. Goujiandabei
Under the blue sky, night light in the Zuiyan blurred, with the time travel comfort Xiangxi … … witness the journey once a certain period of permanence, that moment is forever already. A big crowd, but unfortunately the margin of Going. Can be met in the vast human society, in a previous life back edge, at a certain inn, a
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