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48253 2009 年 02 月 21 日 09:34 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (2) Category: Personal Diary
Year on Valentine's Day, are over 09 in a few days. The same day,
tods online shop, or continue, a brief spark, and can not bring the temperature continued, feeling that the festival can not leave something, and after the calendar page is no different from ordinary days, the streets, it did not sell the remaining roses the flower.
roses on Valentine's Day, however, presumably the date of the general is no longer as glamorous. No child may have been dry in the vase, or a random drop in the corner. The beauty of flowers without roots in the night sky like a black flash of fireworks, short-lived flowers.
not a rose can not wither,
tods shoe, as a love can not never fade.
Valentine's Day a day under overcast and light rain, night, night and drifted snow throughout the winter without a few flakes of snow flakes, but in the wild to the next season actually had a severely such as proof of the winter left nostalgic sadness.
the sky will clear up, and then the snow is no match for the cold spring sunshine. In a white world, red roses will be extra loud.
all against the background of each rose a sweet face, but no one rose is mine, not even flower girl to sell me. Rub shoulders even when I was thinking,
tods men shoes, if the flowers towards me,
tods womens shoes, if you smile, happy enough, I bought them back to you. Walk form, better than nothing, the poor can not so lucky to sell two with a flower girl.
could see some snow occasionally scattered petals, which may be a happy guy petals into the sky, then who is perhaps a piece of the petals severely ripped off. Who knows, this day, people enjoy the amplification of happiness, some people can not escape the face of loneliness.
bright red, reflected the wanton, leaving little to hide the dead.
give me a way, different from the lonely old life, or remember to cry. Undercurrents the first half of the thorns I have been unable to struggling again, I can do is wait for silence. Have been convinced that hope is in front, head bowed forward collision for so long,
tods shoes sale, stop when it found the foot of muddy, the whole body as if laughing at the old wounds of my rash. Who does not want? I call the road to the fog, I could still throw off the clinging arm,
tods handbags, do not care about yesterday, have not yet crusted wounds.