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<td class=\Pearl, in God's hands, I cycle five years. God I'm fine now, and he put me on the day of his arms to the five years I have not felt the warmth. \I still reincarnation, God looked at me and said: \I'm afraid, I'm afraid I will get hurt again.
  Later I became a pearl in the hands of God, then the spirit world for me every day is happy, then how carefree days of listening to God did not tell his story, God every day to listen to fiddle with the piano in his hand, as the euphemism, like beauty, I am very happy with the side of God, then God, even God playful world of God, said: \look for Xianlv, and to hold the rest of your pearls had finished it. \know how to face God, I know he likes me, I remember that night, a hundred years ago, I can not turned into human form, I was just a pearl finish
  God alone, the wine, hold it in my palm of the hand and gently whisper, whisper from the tone of his I know he was also a woman they like, maybe twist of fate, everything has quietly ended. Since then, I must allow God to me happy, though I can not like him.
  Later again later with my God on a daily basis around, listening to the other gods of his nagging, listening to his mind that he tell her, however, that whenever he looked at me softly , I do not always know how to do, always do, I really hope he is not God in the hands of a pearl, I just hope I can flat light. But fate is often the case, either no one way to change.
  spirit world - this should not have other distractions exist, but because I became so blurred, perhaps he owes something he loved me, every time when I was in violation of other gods that heaven When the requirements are that he came forward to help me solve the problem, then he would take me back, said nothing just looked at the amount of quiet laughter Oh, every time I saw him smile when he always felt the original there are lovely side, not to cold and impermanence, as usual it!
  remember when I first became a pearl in the hands of God, I ask him to let me see him again, though. . . . . .
  Later, about four years when I finally became a real human form refining, and my memories along with the mature human form has become not so blurred, I still ask God to promise me requirements, but then again, gradually I gave up, I think perhaps as true as God said it!
  it that he is still playing his piano Huanpei that the highest heaven, still played the song \
  Second, past life
  five hundred years ago, people call me Pearl. I was a girl named Blue Pearl.
  Landes my father was the family patriarch, empire prime minister, he is a special right of the people, but perhaps because your mother died early, he told me it is very good, if I have any kind of request, no matter how hard he will go to fulfill my wish, I love my father,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], although he is so ruthless to others.
  In my eighteen years old, I fell in love with a man named Bo Ya. He was twenty years older than me, but I still like him like that with impunity. I remember it was a full spread of the morning sun, a lovely backyard birds happy white feather dancing, I actually want to catch it while watching it, so I am in search of a cute white feather to a piece of Chelsea and Feng forest. Fenglin good good, and I'm white feather on the inside Looking back on my bird, but it is in vain, I continue to walk forward, then I heard the sound of the piano, clear, mildly - like a calm stream Tian Ran, a good a \I saw him, Ya, a chiseled white men. He sat in the floor of the leaves between the Fabin forehead slightly down in the face, hands, light as a flowing orange in front of him stroking the piano and, along with all things are drunk out of the sieve of the day tone. So I sat beside him quietly listening, two eyes looked at him innocently, as if watching a strange man. No, maybe he himself is a strange man.
  Since then, I threw in love with him. Every day I went to this piece of maple, listening to the sounds of nature, with the clouds that mellowed the music, accompanied filled the leaves falling, I can not help but Wu Qi of \So, I filled the floor of the leaves in a strange white man and dance!
  then I still listen to his melodies to the maple, clear, mildly. And he is still playing all the melodies for me, \Flying, \
  Later, we together every day. I dance for him, and he played for me.
  Dias Blue's Blue House, however, to Power,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], financial heaven. I wish I could be just an ordinary girl ah! But I am not, am I blue pearl - the only daughter of the main blue every family. Ya, that big but I like my two very, very old man, of no fixed abode is just a bum, or even a bard, even the sound engineers are not really God's bard, by playing piano entertainer for a living. But I was really in love with him, whether he is homeless, or at home I was the apple of the Blue Dias Blue, I know that I completely fell in love with my two-year-old I'm the big man.
  However, all this was to be my father know, \Then we were limited to and from. Since then I looked away to the plot only Pazaichuangkou Fenglin,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], quietly watching, looking forward one day I can go out and my wife have a meeting.
  but also because I am a blue house Missy, I have never had any fear of any thing, even my father, even though I have seen alive, he killed the servant of mistakes, but I He was not afraid, because I was the only daughter of my father.
  I do everything possible to find him, and frankly all of them said: I love him, anyway, I have with him.
  under the pattering rain in one night, I sneak out to find him again, but saw he fell to the ground, and the blood of his body, like a red rose blooming in the night like!
  his hands holding a piece of paper written on the paper, \shells; King and cast piece, the difficulty of your bosom friend. \Ran desperately, holding that I love and love me. At that moment, my heart is cold, I do not know my face is stuck in the tears or the rain, I know I will not cry, because I love him dead, dead in the hands of my own father, I hate him.
  looked at his handsome face, I remember he once said to me: If I am happy again, he might only be happy for me a few days; but if I hurt again, he will be a few years for my pain . But now my father and kill him! So I did not and will not cry, because tears have been streaming in the heart - laughed my face puffed up, as generally unscrupulous lily dancing in the wind, Yao, Yao Yi, secretive.
  - it was his father's masterpiece!
  Since then, I always try every means to areas suffering my father, I'll make him pay the price, so I resent a variety of books to find out from a number of ways, all of them apply to him .
  Later, I went to see him, to see a piece of our acquaintance, love maple. Maple remains the same, one child is not already.
  \Zijin's streaming down, the red maple leaf in the wind gently blowing in my face, as if he was still in front of me hit me, I still dance just for him.
  ... ...
  - that day, I still do according to the book's argument. I bought the hands of traffickers from the snake a snake, I swear, I just want to scare him, I really did not intend to kill the father. I put the snake on his father's bed, and perhaps this is my revenge for homicide Ya dissatisfaction it! I'm really not ready to kill him. But the fact is only one - I - Blue Pearl - killed my father! Yes, I killed my pet I love any of the abuses I will not even pull his beard, and I stared father! No matter how he's not good, but was for me, he is a good father! Looked at his father's purple body, I really do not know how to do, Leng Leng watching. His face was as calm and peaceful, quiet. I hugged him, straining shook, but it is useless, any how I cried, and he - my father never in the back.
  So in this world, there is less worthy of my nostalgia,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I draw on the wrist with scissors a beautiful arc, and then smiled - maybe. I said to him lying on the table, then \the existence of God, I know everything is possible. I asked God to let me see him, God said to me, cause and effect is always given day, the margin has done, even if you see him, he does not know you. I said I do not mind, I just want to see him, I love to see that five hundred men missing five hundred years.
  God said: \living must not cry, God can not stress state of mind of all earthly contamination, can not affect everything on earth, calm the mind - do not panic, do not like, do not sorrow, not anger. \\God's side.
  end, God let me into a beautiful butterfly. departure, God looked at me and said quietly: \In this so you come back, there is not moved to tears, even if only a drop. \\journey on the search.
  day, two days ... ... I went over the boundless ocean.
  January, two months ... ... I flew over the vast desert..
  one, two ... ... I crossed the heavy mountain.
  later I finally came to the piece of maple, the leaves still swirling in the sky! his present, still, such as five hundred years ago,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], wild and free and easy . but I am just happy for a moment, because I saw a person, a young girl pink Luo Sang in front of him light dance with, the same is to orange piano, playing \all smiles, his eyes full of her presence.
 him - hold her hand everywhere with deep feeling: \He is also five hundred years ago in this piece of maple said to me, but ... ...
  No, I do not care, I just wanted to see him, really, nothing more ... ...
  No, Who says I do not care? how can I not care? I do it? I can not, I overestimate their own.
  I flew to his eyes, flew to his ear, around him yelled, \\\\\
  reminds me of something:
  orange piano that beautiful melody ... ... ... ... fiery red maple leaves ... ...
  - I feel myself away, I like become less and less ... ...
  into a wisp of smoke in, I got into the side on the piano and in his lap! God's voice sounded in my ear: \Hong Luo quilt bear powder, and finally must also ... .... \I became a piano soul, his hand was the soul of the piano the piano, that I love the piano soul. I often think of those things maple trees five hundred years ago, when I was very excited mood, as rain-like flow can not be stopped Ming Fung; I often cycle as the year when it was in the hands of God, quiet Tian Ran, seeding - I want to say is that I expressed these feelings through the sounds out, I hope he can understand!
  him, maybe understand me.
  he abandoned all earthly, focused on the piano.
  he traveled thousands of miles, take the Nanshan Millennium Paulownia to Forty-nine herbs bulbs taste, temperature and light roast Hong eighty-one days the fire out. In the mild sun drying one hundred and eight days, take it to orange piano chord - that is, with the strings of my soul, to spend three years, made the a new piano - Ming Fung.
  and I burst into flight Lianzhu piano soul.
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