From the reality - 2000 Guangzhou

A rainy night, I was unattended and pathetic cold at chewing, vivid memories,GHD NZ, thoughts waves, spewing my tears. Yu Xiaoxiao floor, it has been in the next, Mimizaza interwoven into a perplexed grief pain web, I increasingly feeble.
Yes, I do not understand when, pitch-black sky, flying slowly anthem Chyi Yu's Window with the blue sky? As poetic lyrics is so beautiful? I am not the least bit prepared to voicelessly listen attentively. Strands of smooth writing voice Slide notes slacken tortuous one, whisk away suddenly approximate to Ruoyouruowu suddenly,GHD Leopard Grain, long swing, from the monarchy of heaven voiceless. If 1 foot into the dense scent of lily of the globe, fresh ventilation, brightness smile, seems to open the window in the rafters of the moment,GHD IV Mini Straighteners, full of Full House. Looking behind face struggling thoughts self-pity, reduced and morose, gray astringent and sadness disappeared by the sun was worked. Returning to the lukewarm re-injected into the body, my mind floating shadow of a tiny bit for of the brain in front of a clear blue sky gradually open.
intermittent rain appearance the skylight was so melancholy,GHD IV Salon Straighteners, merely my eyes have been re-building via the cigarette apt stay locked in blue skies, Zaiman dandelion Nagasaka, fresh and vivid wasteland. Concentrated in the beauteous explicit flows ripple in the music reflect Yi,GHD Precious Gift Set, in which I saw a laugh of positiveness Zhanlu youthful polish.
sky microdisplay mist, the cold air from the desk of the meditation will I wake up in the air. Experienced by the boiling point to freezing Yueluo, pale, slightly dry my eyes swollen ruddy.
Yes, I listened Sandy crying as Why care almost who I am? Even whereas some folk will listen to my song ------ I did call tears for Rouchang junction staying because Ruqirusu seeing for adore and be loved in agreeable faith. Music re-infected my fragile soul, incapable to embody the tears at the moment only to the final perfection to gush my peppery and zealous. Translucent crystal tears, my mind was the sound of a tear almost love, life, perusing the confession. Effortlessly, I spit in the morn sun,GHD IV Dark Straighteners, the black sky when the jaws, loud music, bedding beneath the sentiment of reading and jot the language ... ...
into melody, all full Han soulful vibrato soothe my heart, if it namely cold by the wet night, dawn fog, or the p.m. of faint muddled. Perhaps, the melody ambition finally decode my life.