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330904 2009 年 02 月 07 日 05:08 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (1) Category: Personal Diary
time still, we in the flies.
; if I recall it as hard iron is the smile or cry,
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; If the corrosion of iron and steel, as the memory like it here is the city or the ruins of Huan?
I'm counting every day of your smile, but you can not even laugh, when all good lonely.
When you really love something when you can find language how vulnerable and powerless.
Every time I see the days when I do not like to speak again, when I spoke I was afraid to look at days
; in each star to fall evening, my lonely number over and over again.
there is no light in the dark in the lodge, I am afraid you are afraid of the dark like little children afraid of getting lost.
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The youth are not complete without laughter, no tears youth is an incomplete