I said: I will be with you. You see? I have tears across his face, such as the South-day star, quietly across your forehead ... ... (1)

piece of the evening will go through a long alley, clean asphalt, not far apart on Scattered tung and Chinese toon tree stood. Throughout the spring, Tung Blossom are quietly blooming, fall forward, silent. But I was able to hear its sound, accurate, (...) , and it landed in that moment, light and quiet, happy voice. It was the voice of home.
like rainy days, sit on the floor, http://www.chi-flat-iron.biz , a cup of tea, a few poetry books. Occasionally looked up, (...) , a laugh, the two conditions in tenderness speechless. No language in the world never lonely.
front of orange blossom, and fragrant when opening the door every morning floated. With it coming with flowers, water room, pretty music. The independent voice who listens only to again and wash.

(b)

As you are: the past, (...) , not love, (...) , just as too eager to find a heart for their own sustenance, they thought it was love.
What is love? Maybe people will understand the past middle age, love is such a relatively two-way with no guess.
the winter cold, you my heart is warm with the. Because the heart has finally found its own direction? Or is it because we know each other so?
you always ask me to say: happy?
I innocently smile and happiness are two people, one out of the window, no chance to see.

(c)

If the world is cold, you must have been my life searching for that old coat, (...) , warm, simple, thick, (...) , Yu Tie.


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