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not clear, thick clouds floated from nowhere, mixed with a touch of inexplicable sorrow, falsehoods wrapped around me, I suppress it anonymous me firmly locked in chains, forced me away from the Red noise, vibrations of the slightest flutter into your heart, and moist but not absolutely, little bit lonely beating of my heart. I finally sick of these thoughts to all of my ailing? Hey, did you really make me miss you so? ? ?
I sometimes bowed, sometimes view, that the beating scenes of past and coming with the memory of rushing; that one picture with a wonderful outlook and thinking looming. Goethe, passenger incense, Metropolis Health, Dio, one place we stay forever in the shadow left behind. You said, when we are old, the figure will be so seamless intimate it? Wife, you are too stupid, we will not tear this enviable figure, all can not do, also bear.
; ; ; but Fung high withered tree.
; ; ; already Xia evening dew.
; ; ; intoxicated do not know where.
wife, with the adaptation of zhao \
; ; ; consultation Way? Find its way?
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- Wrote to my dear wife
; ; ; light travel ways of the world,
; ; ; by asking street people,
; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; shadow
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temporary separation so I could calm down the past with the delicate taste of the day, though still short length, has endless charm with great accuracy. The kind of profound feelings that you open the door slowly through the evening catching the sunset, tree-lined alley through the touching scene I have sketched in my mind many times over designed. Lifetime of waiting, my wife, I hope I've outlined is implemented in the real scene.

wife, really want you! ! ! Remember we have a life, do a little duck is not only envy the feeling of envy cents.
wife, miss you: want you to accompany me walking, cycling; want you to accompany me to dinner and chat; think you always like a baby in front of me, doing that to me want to hold you in the action; want us to climb mountains, swim together; think we have a surprise for a small and inexplicable impulse, we would also like to argue to the scene of a minor matter; to us bit by bit,After the rush,, the wind rain rain.
fate, maybe we knew them, can no longer be regarded as simply destiny, and should be seen as a miracle! Clearly remember the scene when we met, we are waiting for you, you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], come from Manhattan, the pace lively and steady, and looked solemn in the elegance and shiny. At the time I understand style, stiff, down playing with the phone. Now think carefully, especially felt ridiculous, the couple first saw, then the word is not only words! However, I am in perfect affinity quiet touch the heart, the awakening has cracks, the cracks Bengda the vestiges of repressed and sad,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], were you good tamed graceful personality. This scene, after many years of waiting, wandering how many times? I know I have been waiting a long time since its arrival, like go back waiting for the fate of the trumpet sounded. Green dye in the early spring, it is predictable, I took it with a cold hand, if the wind caught it Qingwu of willow, one of the green. This is the starting point of life, waiting for it may be in full bloom,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it may be turned into memories, and that is our final position. This posture like most of the artistes in curtain on the stage when the or[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]d fingers with that slender placed under a gesture, fortunately, is a gesture full bloom.