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27.07.2019 08:17
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not be interpreted for a long time, the butterfly love flower can only hang in the dream. The sea of ??people, you and I can not resist the helplessness of reality, and yielded to become a silent grass on the other side. After a long while, the words are broken, no matter how you look at them, you can break the sentence and make the heart tangled. I don't know if you are far away in the end of the world, whether there is anyone to accompany you, the boat moves to the center of the water, and the same as the drunk bamboo shadow bed. In fact, just worry that your holiday will be lonely. But still can not resist to disturb Marlboro Cigarettes, let the blessing spread in every minute and every second, concerned about the end of the earth. My heart - you can read it well, it is the dawn of the day, and the twisting and turning of the night is the heat wave of the night. For those who spend half the summer, who has a special liking? A fight in Tsing Yi shame red! Forgive me for making a cry in my own world. It is really a pain for suffering. I really want to have a pool of clear water, which reflects the reflection of the moon. The lotus feet are light and bathe. The heat wave rolled in the bottom of my heart, but the window was silent and silent. There was nowhere to hide and listen to my heart, just like the sound of the broken silk, followed by waves, flooding into Hong. In the early morning, the sun began a new round of climbing. I walked into the morning sun like a flower. Open the small umbrella and block the hot boiling. A cup of light tea, fragrant, scented lips, drink all the past Newport 100S, telling yourself to forget all the pain, the current charm is still like the wind. The wind chime in front of the window sways in memory, and the sound of the jingle makes the heart unable to be quiet. Looking at the clouds in the distance, I seem to see your shadow, smile at me, then turn around without a trace, my heart hurts a little. The wind is the introduction of tears, tearing down the clouds to make rice paper, using loneliness for three points, Linyi heart and thousands of love. Yunhai Dust Qing, engraved in the eyebrows of the little bit of concern, at this moment burning at the fingertips, the pen began to move, draw a long line, depicting Acacia. The taste of the smoke brings the thought back to reality. Look at the new flower of the window has a flower bud. A little comfort makes the loneliness a little less. Take a cloud to store your heart. If it is lonely, go to sculpt, one you and me. Thousands of drunken dreams of breeze, red dust and rain complained of late Qing. I thought that the years are quiet, and keeping a place is not old, you can keep a deep love, and dispel the loneliness that is engraved in the eyebrows. I have forgotten what I want, not the vastness of the smoke, the faint love. This summer is a bit impetuous, there is a bridge between you and me that cannot be crossed. People across the two sides, even a greeting needs courage to emphasize. I can't accept your reply in one word, so I warn myself not to ask you, how to live well. Little by little, I also learned to hide myself and close my heart to no gaps. If the wind and rain are swaying, the heart will be like water, the Tsing Yi will not disturb the wind and scream with the ochre ink, and take a three-foot moonlight to make a small pipa, painting the moon on the top of the willow flower. Thought that it can be extraordinarily enchanting, which knows that the moonlight as the water touched the sorrow and grief in the eyes, a drop of tears fell quietly, and the emotion quickly burned on a piece of paper. The cassia fading flowers are self-exposed. The butterfly fell in front of the window, the beautiful dance, the thoughts of the disturbances, and the tune. I want to put my mind on the ground, but I know it is even more! I went to the West Building and wore a red feather gauze dress. Others said that they were beautiful and dignified. But I want to know, if you look at it, will you be drunk for me, I really want to be in front of you, incarnate as a demon. It was very early in the morning, and there was no sunrise. Ning's festival, knowing that you didn't sleep at night, or some worried that you are not doing well. But your dodge, let me decide to detour, and then don't ask if you will miss me. Let the tears wipe out the arrogance of the thoughts, the mad vines open the loneliness in the time Marlboro Lights, turn to listen to the bells and sing the songs in the dreams. You are insomnia, I went to my dreams and stayed with me. I am a wizard who will take your soul away and give you a poison. If you still toss and turn tonight, I will not give you an antidote. You can only stay in my prison in this life, and I want to escape. I once told you that this life is only turned into a demon in your arms, burning the life for you. Half curtain wind, cloud shadow thin, rain hit duckweed. How to complain that the rain is ruthless and cold, and if the heart is cold and singular. The wind is broken, and the rest of the people are shared. Why do you have to hang around the old dusk, Mo Huiwen, and the tattoos are deep. The moon is in the city, the wind is moving! The twilight covers the depth of the grass Newport Cigarettes Coupons. Red and thin, Lanting a few words, who is pity? The big waves are full of rain, and the cinnamon is sent across the shore. Recalling the past, tears are not separated. The red dust is as light as the wind Marlboro Gold, the flowers are tears, and the purple is ruthless! Paper smashed, pen lyrics! |
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