Remember the length of time, there is no distance between eyes, forget the roses with the fragrance and personal possession of the Memorial. The dream is full of colorful petals, ambiguous illusion, do not want to miss the narrative, words can not measure the length.
Some can bear in mind the illusion of life, can sway in the debris, debris can travel as a shadow for the fans crazy state solution to provide warm water. The arrows have been speeding, the roses in full bloom, a beacon, the shadow room, but not the language of communication, Flowers in a dream, fly, fly. . .
Now I love and have been a thousand miles away, the moment in hand, the long-awaited hug. Smile, to hide all the expressions. I thought that life was a game of the unconscious, tangled love staggered. How to describe this feeling in the hearts?
Dear, late at night, I miss you desperately atmosphere, the temperature of desolate side of the pillow, sweet kiss, once that care is calm, the silence is the same, but I do not know such a wonderful love. Tears by the deadline, the melting of ice in the hearts. Smile, the market is no longer an illusion. Far in the distance, is no longer nothing. If coach, I set out to go the distance, if you love because, so there is no fear of separation. I think you can dream ......
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