[ I like the sky. Clean. Uncertain. Not much decoration.
been . I like simple.
a misunderstanding of how much love can withstand the winter
get through snow more than words can tear become deeply implicated than strangers
The more distant first love
last more like the flame will be extinguished
Sometimes the wind is too sharp
truth telling lies
if someone had time to stream anything I can do
Find you did not say it if I do not want to let go
years later
will blame you hate me or touched me
think if the pain is the most empty one
love to read a few times Wither
Cai Ganxin hibernate in solitude
more like the first love is the flame
more wind off the last Sometimes the truth is too sharp
someone had said if the time lies
What can I do to the flow
find you did not say it if I do not want to let go
years later
will blame you hate me or touched me
think if the pain is the most empty
Why Happiness Are close to heaven a dream
will wake up soon deciduous
may seem like love to fly it in the fall
if they really can make time to flow as you choose what
I do not hold me or let go gentle
if you know how to wrong
think if you can come back to the lonely
is powerless
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