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- Love Song.

Everything in my and your imagination you? ?

Experienced the suffering of their homes, and my fellow foot waves of sound, together with Road mottle in wounds and hardships, quietly cultivated a beautiful wish of many, many hard-wonof the Spring and Autumn Period and the sweet and sourdays.

On that day, you and I walked into the garden, lifting a winddown the corn, in a cordial voice of the delirium experienced growth is not easy, is that you have told me only the truth in order to understand life and the music suffered because of heavy rains and storms all the warmth of the land in the growth and flowering with the results … …

In fact, you have carefully on in my desire harvest.

In fact, I have for you has 999 kinds of roses, and carefully nurtured the image of life.

B

The beginning of the season came to write poetry, and never failed to keep the appointment with a wholehearted acceptance of thefield, whether in a Love Song of concentration into the blood and tears, holding a crystal Yingying drop of sweat, as if I heard to the floor with the rhythm of sound and spirit in silence from the land and water in the cracks of a broken process of cutting out the text and the words, there are ants that have been eating for many missing notes, in order to be absolutely sure Zhenzhen I was yellowed sheets of manuscript paper, the bitter harvest of the Sound of Music has never been ugly and the sweet and sourShibuya … …

Is that you tear up with a smilethose faces, no regrets and scattered in water, and then said to me every person39s blood and tears out the hearts of the poem is that song. As long as our heartssurging forward, as long as our hearts there is love and hate, through the ages will be able to write the poem farewell, the splendor of heaven and earth will be able to… … me, what is not said, staring with the water on TV drama The Wind, as if to see a heavy indeed in all aspects of the pictures and the falling water chi marn.

C

Live on that land, I deeply buried heart, because all the people and things so I am sad.

silent, such as a sharp sword to root deeply in the field and impartial, the fragrance of the fruit of many lives.

Everyone singers are poets and writers, because the tears of laughter from the beginning of the first, no, from the fall to earth was one second to start on a life destined for their inspiration and imagery, has difficult, and Writing in different ways to their own life and the world is full of temptation.

Between heaven and earth into the naked, so that the wind and rain, along with continuous rubbing Road scar, after all, in our hearts there is a lot of innocence and desire, and more ordinary life.

I never thought to thank you and what to blame, regardless of your fault and mistakes are so I understand a lot of lives that have a hardship and suffering, the heart must be inclusive.

I hope you do not have to explain to me in your home and, more importantly, whether you live better than I do? Whether runescape money or not live much happier.

A person must have a conscience.

D

, and I always go hand in hand the.

Love Song, often walked out of my feelings.

Love Song, more or less now, we have come through the rough and the Level and Oblique Tones, and the poetic one after another all on the water, we discovered that the trueonly those who can not imagine that many of the.

Yes ah, in that rainy night in support for your Candle lit it, all the complaints were all turned into a drifting in the night sky shine continuously, and from your eyes in regret, perhaps I have seen the most terrible circumstances and do not want to cast off your feelings.

Ono went into uncharted waters, for you sing a Love Song.

Anywhere in the streets by the colorful, intoxicating.

Love Song, every Spring and Autumn forever … …