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Walking, running, and loved company seal Hong Kong, but also light, scattered, awake, happiness also gone as palm temperature. Some people say that love is just a ray of sunshine in winter, summer is no longer warm, many people choose to let those who tore heart crack lung love love to in one forgotten with the wind, and then the so-called love is nowhere to be found in the humble to the dust.

Speaking after the embrace each other passers-by, hand was reluctant to go don't want to let go. Turned and said to myself: I'm good I'm okay with tears is wanton, but forget that this moment is how pathetic. Wind, blew away the lonely dust, had some words at this moment or a quiet, low head, walk. Heart hurt, and broken dreams, and in this way, belong to our story, came to a close.

Life was plain, but always with light sadness. Think that the longer the memory will be fuzzy, which is still clear as yesterday. We passed once left a flourishing clues, but still can't go back. How many nights, leaning on the balcony waving the stem, the gulp once those who belong to our story alexander hera pre wedding.

I do not know when, begin to a stranger to myself. Time, looking at himself in the mirror can't help the woman in the mirror, make-up sweet colourful red lip low-cut evening dresses is me? With a wry smile again and stroked it still beating heart, once upon a time, full of cracks in place has frozen into scar, thus heal, don't seem to be hurt again. Lit a cigarette, just want to look at it the lonely burnt out.

Night down, missing for you more strong. Some people say that time is like dust, always in a hurry, leaving no trace, after several clouds, scattered into the past. Memory is a dagger, again and again into your heart but didn't feel any pain any longer. Miss wrapped around the fingers, so pale memories with keyboard turns the plot of those sadness to transparent amorous release from the text.

Time is gone, the bustling dust scattered, whose time don't say the sad? Who is the youth never fade? Who has the time or old? Who's feelings and no scar? Emotions commute in my central sea, love love does not forget, dim and blank, in this a long time, from joy to sadness, from sadness again at the end of the interpretation of the forgotten, the trace of the friction, rubber is never wipe.

A flower a world, a leaf a rebirth. A person, with a empty city hk 4g.