 Wysłany: Czw 18:40, 19 Maj 2011 Temat postu: Colorful lonely |
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lonely, the Millennium Tang Ji. Affectionate touch that part of wall, water eyes, who will be staring. Almost hear you singing, lute Qing Xiang, buzzing, roots at the old, lonely, hopeless. Locking palace, and now leaving you lonely Seduction. This went through that part of wall Breitling replica, a moon shines on the face, as if to see you sad tears, put on your pretty face. --- inscription Colorful Tears palace with heavy locks, thousands of Iraqis turn thin feeling of sadness lonely pathos Colorful whom Fuqin War whom heart of the roots of this go by the end of the piece is old people scattered Acacia tears have dried strings off and who will listen Millennium wait Seduction fade end Ashes to Ashes Huifei curl of smoke, long sound of the piano, as if the Millennium grammaticalization. Sanqiu seeds, ten lotus pond. Diaolan boats and living in marital and aroma. Colorful light dance, drunk Love dash. Order under the running water, by peach Jiban, reflect several of Castle Peak. I could see nothing, Colorful Light, peach aroma. Recipe, burning, but facial features. Crown covered with Metropolitan, the book not the Acacia pliant. In the Bowl, the less the situation off, less from the War Cartier, so wonderful. Unfortunately, the yard deep, and more lonely Indus. Red smile, full of grief of parting. Say their best Cartier watches, say what the roots of the old trade. Good luck always get people downtown sights, earnest song from the blink of an eye. Stop music, dance break, Seduction has long faded elegance, pressed into the bottom. called a lonely shadow, a flower judge and lonely. Lonely as a shadow, weight loss independent of the Iraqi people under the setting sun; lonely flower, embroidered clothes on the scarred into tears. Sub-period has to go, mountains and streams no longer playing. Broken strings, strings broke who listen to? Piano for years has been covered with dust, messy strings and maintained a last pathetic gesture. Then the time difference at the millennium, the long-awaited. Petals were independent, light rain Yan Flying. Is an old scene vaguely, but damp clothes. Decade, century, millennium, who knows who's reincarnation, who remembers who the face. No ruins have been pondering, Colorful still have a bit color? Lonely stretch of downtown space, some memory, with the fading of Seduction, the dust in the millennium, and finally, destroyed. (Editor: a few isolated Temptress Moon) |
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