When the hibiscus rising out of water, the most bitter lovesick direction. Dancing with the wind, who is with you clear the eyes? Mochizuki and war, who is the broken wings to fly to you? Dormant in having an antique flavour in the courtyard of the pupil of the eye
flower arrangement, blink of an eye, but deduce a little love. Lost in this feeling of eyes, you take off the shackles, the pure dance,. It is an independent romantic era , the air is filled with young and frivolous.
It was a wild laughter, what you give is your life. If I have such an outcome, the butterfly yo, in the bright sunlight, will see you as a smile? Life does not understand the acacia, Acacia Acacia will, to. But young wings can not fly out the deep courtyard. Little butterflies fly, flowers has become a beautiful mistake,
Finally, the clouds occupy the clear sky
alexander hera wedding, the rain soaked butterfly wings. The red 喜轿 bleak butterfly eyes, songqin team before the grave of a stand alone in desolation. Two lines of clear tears, merged into an eternal legend. The Millennium butterfly lovers, the rest will not only a butterfly fly story. Sit quietly on the lawn, watching the horizon such as lower blood, heart, think of the distant past.
That year, whether you also so hurt? Get up and go home, the wind up, left the desolate. Ears came the cheerful music, but still fill this millennium moved
nu skin hk. A pale crescent moon, do not know when to hang on the distant willow. The howling to evening breeze, flying a few hazy butterfly. Don't understand --
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