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Night, quiet. Northland autumn, no longer continue summer amorous feelings, the sunlight is no longer warm and bold and unrestrained, the moonlight is no longer meng long tender.
Piercingly cold north wind is about to say how much traction out of the depths of the memory of the past. The wind wrapped around moss, suddenly have a impulse want to blot out text. I said,......, destined to meet, you are my deep eyes glittering and translucent get rid of the cold jade, is the world of mortals in the spring the shock of the creek, the ten nine, the Vatican sound across the years just to knot a meet .
the the wind, a cold. Grasp a GaiJu lamp, sit alone at the window, the moonlight surrounded me like water tender, fantasy, drunk, mind wandering letter horse by the tassel. In October, I'm standing in the rain idle wind, open the wings of the memory, l listen to the voice of flowers, thin worries over the narrow Windows, into a little light. One reason is the hook, think of is warm, recall is sweet, to you, there is always a love, abandoned don't go to complex, both originated because fall meet, or deals of vanity.
Night, quiet. Northland autumn, no longer continue summer amorous feelings, the sunlight is no longer warm and bold and unrestrained, the moonlight is no longer meng long tender.
Piercingly cold north wind is about to say how much traction out of the depths of the memory of the past. The wind wrapped around moss, suddenly have a impulse want to blot out text. I said,......, destined to meet, you are my deep eyes glittering and translucent get rid of the cold jade, is the world of mortals in the spring the shock of the creek, the ten nine, the Vatican sound across the years just to knot a meet .
the the wind, a cold. Grasp a GaiJu lamp, sit alone at the window, the moonlight surrounded me like water tender, fantasy, drunk, mind wandering letter horse by the tassel. In October, I'm standing in the rain idle wind, open the wings of the memory, l listen to the voice of flowers, thin worries over the narrow Windows, into a little light. One reason is the hook, think of is warm, recall is sweet, to you, there is always a love, abandoned don't go to complex, both originated because fall meet, or deals of vanity.
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