winter
of my forehead, this moisture my soul. flying again poured out her fingertips, the lonely. but is a game a dream, only that the rules of the game impermanent, such dreams, see the shore, but not qiudu. this scene is wonderful, this drama stage, this ended when when closed. this game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring to autumn dew. a wisp of wind, snow scene, optional ups and downs, don't know how, where the direction knows no end.
"go to, despite to bother; to come despite the center, how again in a hurry?" mr.zhu ziqing made's "rush" let i groan unceasingly, original all destined to in a hurry, poor all my life, also can't chase
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