I also do not know what

Year, the paper wrote: "Life is like a mayfly, bustling like Dreaming." At that time, I also do not know what, until many years later, the genuineness of a dream from earthly Chula disappear when I came to realize that you left me ten words meaning. Today, once again spring such as the old. Today mist falling petals, rocket fade left fingerprints.fake LV handbags
 The skinny branches the wind in the patchwork of displacement of the season, the heart still on the brink desire an ethereal beauty. Spring they return to earth, Jun seen in loneliness, my independent poured endless nostalgia. Sky, no rain, I stood in the memories of the Rain, wet himself. Memories drenched by the rain remember when I turn on the computer, looking for the story of the Iraqi people in the water side of the network behind the text of an article and passionate and sad. That text behind her twinkling like Claustrophobia (him), bit by bit, actually are the dream of the "Iraqi people" to speak, "People look for her thousands of Baidu, when I look back, that person is in the dim light." , Si Wu fog resting on the fingertips share throbbing, such as the mirror Xian Hua, the coldest month of the water, interspersed unsympathetic memory interleaving.