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The past like a dream. Meets the sea, warm outside the memory deep, one inner WanZhao, throbbing heart, moist eyes. Month have LiuShao head, but not after dusk. Remember the distance, tianya zhichi! Memory is no longer the past, shallow sing is far away from ruin? Hand holding a moonlight, such as next season reincarnation, floating dust in the wind ecig liquid.

Dedicated lanes, including eyes telescopic, colorful leaves the ancient stone road. The wind and rain, leaves fall, like a falling star, heart is beautiful. "Leaves fall sick people a few lingering, violently fell at the autumn waters." Rain, such as sound, wutong rain clouds neglected; The world of mortals ride on water such as wine, old paper has been interrupted. I don't know bitter phoenix?

Don't hurry, don't stay time woke up, my time is already, time, leaving only the shallow memory, shuttle in the space of time, after the wind. And, but the arrival of the story, the tube broken wandering in the fall of the soul out of the window, waving the deep sleep in the dust of the bells, recite a desolate, alone and moss, wrong time Советы туристам в Гонконге.

A rub it cixin entries qiu - yun, rendering the years all the elegance; Time window of a meniscus, graceful and restrained the years young hazy. "The topic to acacia line, tung leaves full screen window." At the ground in the autumn of the soul, diffuse in the heart years flow how many tears, but holding timesong as passing sigh unceasingly, walking in the rush of earth, smell JueGe Su, looking away from the shadow is long.

Go figure, youth gone, dazzling beauty blowing in the wind and rain. The prosperities, time flies away, and the universe of the outpost was destined to bear. Along the way, leaves fallen petal open, lights, every piece in the fall of the soul with a wisp of sentimentally attached to the world, roaming in the landscape between the ancient alley, with the autumn wind blows down go to, wipe away the last dazzle colour.

Time like water flowing and the time we used to have. Savor the time in the past, curling light floating in my heart. In the depths of time mottled silent, there will always be busy after the desolate. Reminiscing about the time, the light in the melody of dream, gently embrace the years vicissitudes of life Hong Kong Military Tour.

The moon cool, hiding in the radiance, the autumn wind with becomes his hometown.

Sitting in a corner, writhing the bending of the diabolo, listen to the light rain, carding filar silk tender feelings, blown song songs and long for the past years. Over the memory of the wind, dust over the years, as the season of rebirth ran over my QingJi body, through ups and downs in the rolling the world of mortals.

Solo. Or elegant, or sweet, or graceful and restrained, is after time passes, the records of time. When time slip from the fingers, separated by time and space, those worries are also close like a dream. Return to see, "wutong leaves on the night rain, is a sorrow in the world." Is a kind of sadness, is a kind of relief. The silent earth, in the mind and feel calm. Interpret a thousand sails after everything cool, light and free and easy state of mind...