6/16/2009 - Tonight, I quietly have read your
Tonight39s the night, very quiet, you can clearly hear the voice from the depths of the soul. Window, the moon, such as water, underlittle bit lonely, desolate detail.I look into the distance, Xiaofeng setting moon, the distance light and soft, but some solitude.
Recently, Chen prefers to listen to the first Dream Lau drunk. I remember the first time I heard this song, it was her deep feeling touched by the songs of. Continuous melancholy, long missing, missing on hard won, Lau drunk dream. Sad melody, a heavy heart, the tender has had the good, the memory was only able to meetin, wake up time will be History, into a desolate graves.
A meeting to listen to a meeting to recall one meeting in which to themselves.singing, running deep in the soul of love, endless love, the end no match for the cold heart of the world. A sad,transparent, such as this pale Montreal Wei Rui, Staring at the Health and melancholy, why not get drunk alone, it is regrettable that the moonlight away drowsiness,.
Silent night, quietly read, you have. Have a very United States, is also a kind of torture, is a miserable remnant of the pain, I can only find its own corner of the corner, you39ll figure fuzzy, sobbed sadly. Tears of the number of emotion, affect the number of thin air, meet elsewhere Hantan, haggard loss for you.
Last night39sin gradually from the west wind, youin high, coldsleeves, Xiang Xiao red tears falling over. Light cover depression, who pity? Asked the moon tonight, the night insomnia, people Weiyang. I am silent, lonely heard only in singing, only a blank mind, I do not know how depiction mind, how light pollution worry.
Fengqing Tonight on the cold, and there accompanied by solitary,, with unlimited profit lonely. An end, residues around the heart sound, v. to make, painting a bleak. Have much experience of life can not make water, now the vast separation of two, who look into the distance waiting, who is thousands of miles away, who is struggling, who only has love for the fight, not for the bald? I can only sigh and a faint pipa language, sound are all reminders of inclement weather, heaven no tears, people full lapel.
Reincarnation on earth several times, who is suddenly back, where the End of the World, thousands of degrees. Although, time is too hurried rush, that curtain, grudge, after all, only that the word poem runescape powerleveling clearance still flickered in my heart, Silent pros miss, I just pray for the cold finger, to which 100 to 1000 bound in a league back to the loving, with some broken words of tenderness to the night a ray of warm Tim.
Distinctly the past,, on lack of hard won, dream Lau drunk. Hear this word and sound, my eyes have filled your shadow, in the long-awaited Department, Yiyi deep feeling in my dreams networks in the beginning, a hundred years, the Millennium. So, I, turn off the music, in the prosperous years, the breakdown of your life, across the Acacia, I write these words lightly I have memories, you have
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