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Rain is a drunken snow
An icy snow fell in love with the warmth of the sun, he chased the bright green fling caution to the winds. To the spring days. So,golden goose, the snow finally with the sunshine to embrace together, and then, in the warm bosom, the snow is drunk into a drop of rain.
< br > I think I is a piece of snow, the body condenses into the pure white,golden goose saldi, with pure dream, lonely floats in the sky.
< br > I sway the long night thoughts, gently stretches, I transparent crystal heart, cling to this is a pure, marching rain clouds, the wind blow through Cecil desolate, trembling closed eyes, refused to tears erosion strong. One night the endless thoughts of torture, I can hide the bitter laughter.
my beating life, was a poetic lake, is full of the cloud. My cold cold exterior package is the burning flame, I used with no words alternating interpretation of the eyes, with your acquaintance, perhaps, is invisible destined to! Is you, let me in the lonely and helpless,hogan outlet, a dissolute time to I can't forget the comfort, the path, the snowy night, stopping by woods on a snowy evening dusk is so let me indifferent heart! Without you,air max pas cher, I do not know, I will once again ignite the hope of life? Without you, I do not know what will fall to the point?
< br > I still a child, very love snow, I used my most beautiful language render snow, used I the most praise eyes look at this piece of white. I think I and the snow world is inseparable, it has deep stop in my soul,golden goose scarpe donna, I love its pure, pure and transparent, inadvertently near,goyard soldes, I will feel a warm struck.
< br > the winter after a snow gave me not the same feeling, let my sense of excitement, the boundless world of a piece of white, in the entire field filled with snow crystal, beautiful. I do not know why? I like to give it a sad metaphor, whether it is a good thing, I will not consciously put on their sentimental color, I can not tell, do not know why? Like snowflakes, I always feel it is the tears of angels, had a chance to dry, solidified into beautiful sad, quietly scattered all over the sky, beautiful and sad. Whenever the snowflake, I always imagine whether there will be lots of lovers stroll together in the white earth, enjoy this beautiful pure. Or there is a drop,scarpe golden goose, a few drops of sad tears fall on the snow lay a clear mark......
I won a snow, watched it slowly melted in my palm, until come to nothing. I have some fear,golden goose saldi, the beauty of everything in a moment, and finally will be left to live?
< br > Koreans said: "two people if we can meet in the snow at the moment is the most wonderful fate, as long as two people together in the snow)
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