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March, returning to the feelings


Walk in the lonely hearts the sea, always in the memory of the moment in the pursuit of the warm little old, with the most melancholy mood to write an article on the lonely chapter, read with the interpretation of all this was the most beautiful feelings, with all Qianyindichang writing this sour forgotten, remember where to see the words, There tide over the years, I will leave you happy.
March, the first warm early winter in the cold season, quietly silent with Heartsongs, a euphemism for Xiao Ling, who was leaning out of windows lighter read? I miss you! You put the lonely silence of tea, with the season spread lightly in the water, recalling the bright moon caressing breeze voiceless under the refined, a mountain stream still touched my heart, my eyes still wet, vaguely remember once everlasting oath. Kisaragi's face when you wake up empty, I miss deep water ... ... the story was far away, do not re-again, only the tea dye marks are still on top in Sorrow. Look out the window silently drifting snow crystal, watch glass of chrysanthemum bloom lonely. Zheng Yu Zhi slender you under the voiceless in my heart slowly flowing, rust struck the dusty past, chord sound of tapping, swaying with the dream of the pieces fly leisurely to the heart, such as garden of pure light The first piece bud!
March, full of tenderness, when lonely staring at the night sky, always wanted the most beautiful blessing to you, when lonely always want to give you a call, no words, silent, only heart of the Okanagan for the dial string, so that you feel me, because I know that we encounter in the river of life is just a glimpse, both in the United States and the feelings are more or less and slower over time slow to become indifferent, the hearts of all You Youran some feelings will not turn into the intersection, with a modicum of indifferent, left behind in the vast sea of ​​love, but you know what? Because of you, I will warm and full, because of water the day before your brilliant,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
March, feeling like silk, wrapped around wrapped around, with many of the firm through this faint trace strands, together with the fingertips touch the silent pain, sleepless nights when turned into a Love, food I do not know taste of purgatory suffering, my dear, I lost you in the dark can not find your direction, I fear the morning, afraid to bring all of the true dawn, and I look forward to sitting in this dark night, look forward to your stay, even if Turbulence off, even if not all wrapped my dignity, I would put myself in the end of time looking forward to this a new green, mottled in taste in a blend, a true calling, my dear, you know, their hair is string life for you to stay!
March, love like catkins, fluttering triumphantly, and I reached the temperature does not reach your fingertips in the early spring chill exudes the heart, thinking, spring, and hope is not far away, is it? The original distance of the rain, it is not far away, on the run chasing the shadow of loneliness, the memory of Blue butterfly Fei Xu wrote the city is the romantic, the city why not float in the air in your eyes the traces, all the vanity of our earthly elongated each other's shadow, dear, you intelligibility, I'm waiting for you!
March, beautiful wind, in the late spring season, the census office, had tearful, emotion to the depths of no grudge, and many eloquent Sentiment can not write with great tenderness the moment, the wind, distribution of the fragrance of early spring, as if blown away the troubles of the mind, life, pain, feel the spring in the wide green and groaning, to feel the setting sun like water spring, the beauty of the setting sun, such as ash, the March wind, ah, unhappy With Youth do not know taste of the emotion, sadness and lonely writing, the interpretation of the memory of the warmth and happiness, with a river flows melted ice and snow, writing with a miracle of cinnabar, with a sigh tell sad previous life, with a touch of warm sunshine and love the city, open with all the luxury of happiness lies scattered in the grass, cool breeze, accompanied by love, Yela, such as the sea!
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