Do not believe in the beginning, the virtual construct their own vision, or belief. It 's found that clear skies dark down, and indefinite clouds with extravagant wind swept over the land, like flower skinny mood such as red as flickering, unable to face the reality and imagination as a drop, air fell into the valley, as if lost ourselves, the original dream early dry. Hand filled with glorious umbrella also don't know where alone, head bowed, make whole heart in the rain and fog in diffusion, sedimentation.
Know where the rain comes, so rampant, looked up, it was cloudy cover star, autumn Jane bright, clean misty scenery, even if the heart is not sure to soar, even in the fog confused, but a bit more initial desire, even if the umbrella on the ground, forgot to wear shoes, agitation power, rekindled hope, flow direction, the master of its own confusion, set sail. Perhaps, heart to reach the place, is the original dream, fully and delightfully crazy.
Long lost, away from home, to give up the original with extreme ease of warm, but in the Indus drizzle falls autumn season alone, may read more autumn statement, was piled up with sadness in my heart, flowing slowly. Rain, go, no longer hesitate hesitation. This is the accumulation time, but also the origin of spin, only in others holding tea overlooking the moment, crazy chase, wet clothes, red eyes, way so long, may believe, in my heart in the direction of the beam, reddish burning daylight.
Look at someone else's kite, in the play of the game, his dragonfly is hanging on the edge of the cliff, the storm folded wings. Watching the rain phagocytosis, was got injured all over the body, is a stubborn sail or wait for death. Remember some of my dreams, or is it just memory in the distant sky, it makes people excited. Birds often stagnant, have wanted to take flight, but, everyone had to interpret their own light. Corruption or not, that is cannot bear to hit, so, only once again picked up wing dragonfly, pulling it, in the rain and fog for the vast clear sky, that is the dream place.
In the numerous, are used to camouflage, watching others scenery, laugh to crazy, forget the many, including dream itself, moan and groan without being ill the muddle along, flowers bloom, became monotonous black, put their first, lost in a complete darkness. Wake up, pale pupil started a little more light, or a heart is not heavy as a backwater, struggling, can also find that there is some traces of dreams, then budding, the most truly their own, too long to stop smoke silence, began to erupt.
Dry cold autumn, a sudden fire, in a quiet town, so small, while carrying a cut right through fantasy after stubborn, psychology thorns, rain, try to run, that is, we can't imagine.
Know where the rain comes, so rampant, looked up, it was cloudy cover star, autumn Jane bright, clean misty scenery, even if the heart is not sure to soar, even in the fog confused, but a bit more initial desire, even if the umbrella on the ground, forgot to wear shoes, agitation power, rekindled hope, flow direction, the master of its own confusion, set sail. Perhaps, heart to reach the place, is the original dream, fully and delightfully crazy.
Long lost, away from home, to give up the original with extreme ease of warm, but in the Indus drizzle falls autumn season alone, may read more autumn statement, was piled up with sadness in my heart, flowing slowly. Rain, go, no longer hesitate hesitation. This is the accumulation time, but also the origin of spin, only in others holding tea overlooking the moment, crazy chase, wet clothes, red eyes, way so long, may believe, in my heart in the direction of the beam, reddish burning daylight.
Look at someone else's kite, in the play of the game, his dragonfly is hanging on the edge of the cliff, the storm folded wings. Watching the rain phagocytosis, was got injured all over the body, is a stubborn sail or wait for death. Remember some of my dreams, or is it just memory in the distant sky, it makes people excited. Birds often stagnant, have wanted to take flight, but, everyone had to interpret their own light. Corruption or not, that is cannot bear to hit, so, only once again picked up wing dragonfly, pulling it, in the rain and fog for the vast clear sky, that is the dream place.
In the numerous, are used to camouflage, watching others scenery, laugh to crazy, forget the many, including dream itself, moan and groan without being ill the muddle along, flowers bloom, became monotonous black, put their first, lost in a complete darkness. Wake up, pale pupil started a little more light, or a heart is not heavy as a backwater, struggling, can also find that there is some traces of dreams, then budding, the most truly their own, too long to stop smoke silence, began to erupt.
Dry cold autumn, a sudden fire, in a quiet town, so small, while carrying a cut right through fantasy after stubborn, psychology thorns, rain, try to run, that is, we can't imagine.
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