Friday, June 10, 2011

Love A Person With Your Whole life

Life since meet, but could not return to the origin of the heart. If you like I like her. The collision of the heart and heart, like a deadly duel, BaiZhuanQianHui. All in the end of dim. Like lost sheep, at cake spin around, do not wish to get out of. In view of the Love is like the devil, such as ghosts. Make clear became cloudy. For love, and finally the heart of the persistent pain, like the mark of you of the giant poison, no known cure. Love exactly have DuoDa charm, let you I who work themselves into furies, snorting endless and the juice of juice dew.

The night, the stars to blurred little dazzling doubts, I tell you in the peep. I don't want to miss you reveal, the way because the night too long. The blending of the heart and heart, in this season of manic, more uneasy. Because love pain, for the pain love. Concern and care for each other, the gaunt. How to meet a person enchanted vocabulary. And in a life of bitterness etc, has scars.  louis vuitton nomade leather

For love, I'm willing to go to a desperate die out. Will eventually be shattered, nor let without regret. Blurred eye, the tears of grief. Like a long not to break the heart of the song LiuXianQin, in the corner count the sadness of ignorance. Love is the heart of it was broken up fine fine fine refers to the LiGe YouWan, running.

If love. With life.  louis vuitton rolling luggage

After dinner I accompany parents watched TV and father push me go home early. I just got up and, seventy-five years old, the mother of picked up a flashlight is used to drive me to the station. A forgetful mother in this moment memory seems to be activated, very well to find her usual love with a flashlight, and put in the fridge and the kitchen is very hemp the benefit to pretend a bag hun vegetable dish collocation.

In fact the journey to the station as long as ten minutes, the way the distance hail of light is bright, but mother always adhere to drive me to the station, I will not refuse, I understand that every time I rose up and departed mother are some shed, the ten minutes' is a temporary other buffer.

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