runescape gold and overlaps with sleepiness

COME: 12 degrees:

Before leaving, have pockets of spent air, learned to shine ... ...

Shen lonesome wind mixed with fermented taste.

call is not on the name of the old magazines on the table right in front of Wu Zhao title page, spread palm, we have not done so under the poetic kinds of "happy" because back in the car window of the scenery has been a mint Zanko, tail with a smile. This incense is blue. Kicking up a light shone in the Cho-hui. Is a light-hui, the stars above the city is still a rare few, and that evening was nothing disturbing in the dialogue window slightly gray-tracking bugs and kissed the glass, over and over again.

therefore, this night was busy.

"those who laugh reminds me of those flowers of my ... ...\picked up the scraps of paper scattered on the feet the moment you look into the distance far away will be silence ran aground in the drizzling rain, and then slipped into the rain with a few drops of broken bits of cars, paper was Kazamaki to the platform, with the train that it should withdraw away was left out of the rear, have been discarded in the dark of the small station, the small station, there are memories of the summer on the laughter.

does not seem to sleep, perhaps it is, but later it was us forget, and Pie Leyan people stayed to sleep at midnight. We could settle down in the dash of laughter is like being secretly sweet eaten during the taste of the Alps to melt, freeze-frame the line of sight in your profile, so there is no reason to laugh, and laugh followed by a brief silence. Quiet is the black cloud covering the sky. For this, a good night's quiet. Still I did not wait for your song. No better in the clean up of the state of mind without regret, after our conversation, section after section to solidification of the ink in the wind, as it is nailed to the stakes on the nail, the most acute part of the missing, remain in the field of vision in only with a curved nail a perfect circle. I had the burst with Wei Liang fingertips mist overflowing the night, the dialogue stopped a minute ago, with the most bright red rope tied it in the left wrist, not the Department of bow, as long as Sikou!

We do not know where hasty retreat of the night, how many come to mind when the victim of its own in the beautiful carving! Perhaps the fall out can be called beautiful. At that time forgot some, lost some of them. Finally, in our eyes and well-being that they drew an equal sign. Raised his right hand, in the fresh air is not a clear picture of the equal sign. I Bie Guotou go, this scene in the drama of youth staged repeated curtain, waiting to be discovered, waiting to understand the person to be discovered. Night, deep look, there are so contemplative moment when the Tong Ren like Komatsu. We are looking for star trails at midnight, the night sky could be only a broken cloud haze. I thought the dark gray clouds is the most beautiful star in the rainy season apron. And then laugh loudly, you looked at me innocently, smiling innocently convinced that the Stars would be late, until the sky bright When will appear in the places where we do not see the sun behind ------.

summer evening, it should look like this bar! Summer night's journey, that is, the bar should be like this! A station, Lin Zhao broken bits of rain; a station, blowing warm wind; a station filled with dim lights. Easy to lonely people accustomed to gaze fixed grid in the absence of the human voice deserted street lights in those lonely years, only a second memory of the night will be lost.

dawn, when there is no blind.

I was preparing to leave when the back. You know what I see are smiling faces. Some stories are legendary, as we mistakenly thought it was the era's most legendary place. In fact, the young are very "humble" in. Dawn of those at a young age and late afternoon, the record only by our wounds, because the wounds the following hiding happiness; born before the injury; hidden in the blood between the callus. You know he is very silly, do you like this silly, others do not know that apart from this, you have no choice. You want to seize their laughter, so you study hard in the cold in the smile, a smile of their own.

Yesterday, Komatsu said, "lines, broken. Kite then went to loneliness gone. Because the sky things that are lonely. "You do not bow, we are just stuck in a line of sight of the wind, ignore the grip is not in the hands of the lonely, but a memorial of youth,runescape accounts, people said:" The memorial is a kind of destroys it is sad. "I said," is a head-wind blowing, and we have no reason to constraints kites can do is: turn around. "

This is called" youth Fenzhong. " Has been buried forever is our own.

train passing through the quiet before dawn, in the embrace of the former site a few minutes I turned back and front of you, approached; into. Approached the platform; approached the fog. Measured with the pace of the distance between quiet and noisy, you keep the shadow in the quiet side, your shadow, and overlaps with sleepiness, is a stranger in the rain curtain forget to go home when the monologue, it is true very heavy look. Step on rain soaked streets, olfactory get the taste of summer, the summer rainy morning where faint sweet taste!

quote tracing revelation of a bridge, in the corner exposed a vague lines, I opened the memory occurred before dawn, the story will be written on blank paper, wrote a blank, but after it still. Prior to departure, in the search for inspiration on the coverage of the White glance.

only one, it has long been the corner folds carved in the morning mist in a farewell gesture.

, and when you come to the posture of a Mo Yang.

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COME: minus

There are many story takes place in far away places, in the more distant places, there we have the story about this legend.

in July 2008, I met.

in July 2008, but no.

You may not know that I can not see each other again are happy is because they can not bye it just shows God has arranged for us to meet before, is not it? There have been met, we are rich.

I looked at the clear summer rain washing out the window vague shadow, bathed in mist the leaves put out in the rain curtain swaying in a lonely position, in the air when the wind passing left streaks of lines. I counted for this black and white lines, the ground suddenly emerging irregular silhouette dark and lonely in the shape of a trace of laughter like you.

will be placed in the corner throwing in the old dictionary away, like chewing a certain aroma permeated the past is no longer gathering dust like so dusty, withered in the late autumn shoulder season of the nut interpretation of a bad temper. Occasionally pass by the corner of brightly-colored billboards, it's five o'clock in the midnight of the dark fermentation, distillation. Eventually the small station where an unknown distant encounter themselves, there are often two different places the same advertising exists; two different sites if there will be the weight of the same kinds of feelings? I am waiting for thunder, which the shuttle is part of our shared area of the sky, though when clouds knocked it to the ink bottle, dirty Suyun. I left your words are already carving the earth's Meijiao, Fashao. Ray behind the rain, rain would I write on the ground, your beautiful smile washed over and over again. July evening, there being filtered heavy scent of oranges in my eyes closed in the afternoon where one of the most off from memory acid, and handed you ... ... ... ...

heard that sad a revival of night, Star has been hanging in the trees. Wander out the window you see is not the beautiful night, I am in your south south, imagine you are empty of silence at the time of tail fell down again Pa Qi, and stood up to go down again. You lowered your head pain when they find no tears, only the mouth up, it assumed resembles happily. People do not know if you are fluent in the mirror laughing in fact the most intense of the Venom. Indoor lighting in the corridors are not white outline of the skirt flare, you turn into the darkness, the shadow behind you played with a tragedy. I hope that in the Zhiya Shuisi constellation on a fool's dream a man named children, passing through sad memories can be diluted with the pain. Only to sing a simple song is not choking.

I do not like the early morning dawn love.

dawn there we have a mixture of sweet milk-like dialogue. Dawn, there are smiling faces, there are air-dried in the sentence on the young, as well as your look. I say that this is not the end of July story, so there are busy diary comma, an exclamation mark, question mark, no full stop. I will look slightly blue sky fantasy look forward to your smile, relieved, because they know you're not happy when I witnessed the rise of cloud addition to ink, or ink cloud. No, alas, your sadness heavy sigh that even the existence of lost eligibility, sedimentation to those discouraged by the side of the ankle, die.

replication in the sun, imagine a time when you're not happy you can have a warm place advance. Even the overdraft.

soil, there is the voice of summer fade away. How to do? Some well-being have not yet grown up, I use plastic bags to collect late summer wind, his hands covered with July's taste,runescape gold, there are a number of songs when you tap the keyboard Heater drowning in the illusion. Dengying memory corruption under the following points of light scattered, as well as a complete statement of your wind color. Sparse in the window lattice is not the moonlight is on the young of some months Suanse story. You Bie Guotou desperate efforts to recall my face, lost in the vision you have tears, shattered the moment the voice and you simply frown, if you forget who I am, please do not re-think.

will be under a very heavy rain at the time, should be worried about the tracks on the Embroidery will "gorgeous" the way we grow in the landscape, hidden in the rocks, rails, between weeds of your question My Answer; I ask for your Answer. You laugh too, but I know that some laughed disclose your loss not mentioned. Do not touch on pain, because we all have the idea of bypassing the bitter, great idea. Why is there no simple bondage themselves on the wings of joy, who's worried about, it does not fly up. Even still has a smile Well do not fall! Well and good. Really good. If you are not singing the songs of your mood, melody can not afford to set back your sustenance, a walk in the rain in the ambiguous figure, please tell me it was you? Was that you?

the footprints embedded on the beach the day, time and the blue sea with the coastline of woven footprints, you have been walking in the footprints of the front.

Komatsu, I just want to give you the simplest happiness to our acquaintance echo a simple pleasure simple pleasure will be placed on the scale of this is simply not the weight of the load. As simple as you may never see, but you know it exists, know that it filled in the road somewhere in the Inn, and no one has not been enough to stay behind, giving us only so a silhouette, then the whole summer gorgeous is not dissipated. The modification does not require cumbersome to be illusion and a cicada's wings yesterday, bound into books of transparency, even doomed to dust in your early age never to open a small iron box, we also have reason to smile. I know that some do not have to repeat the plot, you can not afford to load fate, filtered lonely lonely long ceased. I just cut that wire the so-called luxury affected more than one person yesterday viscosity adhesive tape, with the ready to write the word "FOREVER" on the pen mark is not "the past tense" It's three words. I would like to live in the depths of a person's memory must be very desolate appearance, and sometimes even wore the head, "silly" word. I do not want you get lost in the desolate, so will see you when I loudly said: "You know I am very glad! "Let every encounter have changed his name to encounter, so that every encounter is the first time; see you when I said to myself out loud would be:" very pleased to meet you! "so that those who do not understand well-being of the tree �� ��, �� �� buildings in your shadows disappear I do not know of a city from the confusion. Then I am pleased to turn around, back towards you draw the arc growth. Stranded by remaining silent you are careful storage in my hand a beautiful mind, walking, you forgot to say when they come back. If you are on purpose must not forget to tell before I lost the way to the survival of this beautiful life, there is no memory of expired peppermint fragrance, there is no look of your face, I do not.

It turned out that everything is just one syllable melody;

original, melodic sigh yes Leiruo between the memory;

It turned out that after the memory may not be met good-bye;

It turned out that it is not good-bye to prove that we had a call between the names are not on the intersection.

FROM: 12 degrees

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