Every night, with a total like early close their eyes and return to the hearts of the most tender parts, leaned in the hearts of the Rose, feeling his presence.
Some people say that happiness is not holding anything in his hands, but waves of feeling in the bottom of my heart. When you must grasp firmly in the hands of well-being, happiness may have been replaced by the reality and vulgar, do not feel a longer.
Love is an attractive, Love is a feeling that is a kind of love about love is a kind of devotion is a selfless, who disregard the will, not Qiuhui Bao's gift.
Reservations in the hearts of an oasis, to retain your dream, to retain a gentle, always retained a blooming roses, when you are not happy, unhappy, return to your heart, to Oasis, in the face of Rose's magnificent smile, you Jin Shi will be trouble, the greatest comfort.
Deeply, you read along the Wind years, the thoughts of a long, lingering into a poem. Precipitation of memory, like Chen Hong of wine, Fu Guo, warm dream.
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